The video showed a cliff. Standing at its edge was a familiar figure. The woman's face was pale, her hair dishevelled, and blood stained the corners of her lips. Her clothes, soaked in blood, barely covered her body, a shocking sight that made it easy to imagine the horrors she had endured. Seeing the figure in the video, Nathan's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly from his seat.
"Damn, you're a sprinter! You had us chasing your ass all night!"
A man's voice came from the computer, filled with curses and lewd laughter.
Nathan clenched his fists tightly, watching the men on the screen. Then, another man's voice echoed.
"Ms. Miller, we have no personal grudge. I'm willing to let you go. How about this? Call Nathan. If he agrees to come get you, I'll let you leave."
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