[WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. ]
Meanwhile…
"Please don't kill me, don't kill me, please…" Patricia muffled her cries as she gripped the steering wheel, their car coming to a halt in a residential area currently under redevelopment. Despite the houses around, they were either abandoned or no one was nearby.
"Please, please…" she begged, tears and snot mixing on her face. "Please, if money is what you want, I can give it to you. Just tell me the amount. My family still has money. Just ask them, and they'll give you the money. Please don't hurt me. Please."
The men, however, didn't care much about her muffled pleading. Instead, they ducked and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Once they were sure it was safe, the man in the front passenger seat fixed his eyes on Patricia.
