As Laura began recording, Francesca stood beside her with a cunning smile, her heart filled with malice as she watched Rosa panic.
Rosa scrambled backward, her heels digging into the floor as she tried to retreat from the men advancing on her. Their eyes were dark, filled with a vile lust that made her skin crawl. She fought like a cornered animal as they closed in, thrashing her limbs and screaming, “Don’t come any closer!”
The men only laughed at her desperation. One of them lunged, seizing her wrists and pinning them against the floor, silencing her struggle with his weight. The other leaned over her, his fingers hooking into the collar of her top, ready to shred the fabric.
A deafening crack echoed through the room.
The man’s head recoiled as it shattered. Warm, thick blood sprayed
