"What do you want from me? Let go! Don't touch me!" Lily's voice cracked, her breath shallow. She had no strength to fight back. All she could do was force herself to stay calm, try to reason with them, and hope they'd let her go. "Who sent you? I have money. If you let me go, I'll pay you double!" Her eyes darted around, scanning the street. The commercial area, though a little run-down, still had surveillance cameras. She'd shopped here late at night before—it was supposed to be a safe place. She never imagined something like this would happen. She thought about calling for help, but it was the worst possible night. The street was empty. No pedestrians, no one in sight. Just her... and these men. "You have money?" The men burst into loud, mocking laughter, the sound sharp and cruel in the quiet street. "You think you've got more money than Mr. John?""Tonight, Mr. John sent us." "You pissed off Mr. John," another one sneered, "You deserve whatever happens to you." John… Lily's stomach dropped, the mention of his name sending a chill through her, despite her thick wool coat. She knew John favored Elsa, but she always believed that after four years together, he wouldn't just abandon her like this. In that frozen moment, they shoved her into the back of a van, slamming the door shut. It was pitch-black inside, and the crushing weight of dread settled over her, heavy and suffocating. The smell of the drug they'd forced into the air hit her hard. It was overpowering, leaving her dizzy, weak, completely unable to fight back. She tried to breathe through the haze and kept reasoning with them, voice trembling but steady. "I can give you ten million. Let me go, and I won't go to the police. We'll pretend this never happened." One of them raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "You really have ten million?" That made them hesitate for a moment. The man who called himself John had only promised them five million in total—half as a deposit and the rest when the job was done. "If you really give us ten million, I…" "Are you out of your mind? You really think she's going to let us go?" Another man hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "If we don't finish this job, even if she gives us ten million, we won't live to see it." That snapped the rest of them back to reality. They couldn't afford to mess with Mr. John. If they bailed on him, they'd be dead. "We're not messing with Mr. John," one of them muttered. Then, without warning, the tattooed man turned, grabbed Lily by the throat, and poured a full bottle of pills into her mouth. “Mmm—!” Lily immediately knew what they were forcing down her throat couldn't be anything good. She clamped her teeth together, fighting to keep it out, but another man grabbed her jaw, forcing it open with brutal strength. She tried to twist away, but there was no escape. Despite her resistance, she swallowed it all.Her chest felt tight, her body burning from the inside out. The van was cold, the winter air seeping through cracked windows, but Lily felt as if she were caught in an inferno. Her head felt like it was full of molten sludge, thoughts slipping away, the world spinning. The van jerked to a stop, and they dragged her out, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight casting long shadows on the alley they entered. At the end of it stood a rundown two-story motel, its lights flickering. They carried her to a room on the second floor. The walls were plastered with crass, vulgar posters, and strange tools littered the space. "Damn, that face, that body—what a treat!" one of them laughed. The tattooed man shoved her roughly onto the bed, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "I've never seen a woman this hot. I'm gonna enjoy every second of it tonight." "Not just tonight…" The others joined in, laughing lewdly. "Once she's got HIV, what man would want her?" "She'll be our personal toy." The word "HIV" hit Lily like a slap to the face. Her body trembled violently. If they did this to her—if they actually did it—her life would be over. She couldn't let it happen. She scrambled to the corner of the room, putting as much space between her and them as possible. "John would never send me to you. I want to call him! If this is all a misunderstanding, I'll pay you! Just please let me go!" The tattooed man let out a low, mocking laugh, enjoying every second of her panic. He signaled to one of the others, who handed her phone back to her. He grabbed her hand, roughly unlocking it with her fingerprint, and pulled up John's number. He pressed the call button. The phone connected instantly. "John…" Her voice shook with desperation. These men thought John had sent them. If he just denied it—if he just told them to stop—they'd leave her alone. But instead, the sound of moaning filtered through the phone, soft and breathy at first, then growing louder. "John… please… you…" "Not so hard." "Mmm…" The unmistakable sound of Elsa's moans echoed, louder now. Lily felt like she'd been struck by lightning, her world crumbling around her. Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, silent tears streaming down her face. She never thought John would actually sleep with Elsa. She never imagined it would feel like this—like her heart was being ripped out, piece by piece. The sound of Elsa's pleasure, those lewd, desperate moans, tore at Lily from the inside. Nothing could hurt more than this. But Lily didn't want to die like this. Not in this way. She wanted to keep her dignity. Even as her heart burned, she whispered into the phone, "I've been kidnapped. They said—" But the line cut off, the connection lost. “Click. Mr. John doesn't care about you," the tattooed man sneered, a sick smile on his face. He grabbed her face roughly, fingers digging into her skin. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I do. Come on, let me show you how gentle I can be." His voice was a low, dark promise. Lily recoiled as he yanked off her coat, ripping her sweater's collar in the process. She had no time to mourn the loss, only to survive. Her mind raced as she bit down hard on her tongue, desperate to shake off the fog settling in her brain. With every ounce of strength, she pushed herself off the bed, stumbling toward the door. She didn't make it far. The tattooed man grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her back onto the mattress with terrifying force. "Not behaving, huh?" He smirked, picking up a syringe from the nearby table. "Come on now. Let me give you a little shot. One shot, and you'll be a good girl." "Stay away! Stay away from me—!"Lily's heart raced. She had no idea what was in that syringe, but she knew one thing for sure: if it went into her body, her life would be over. She wanted to live. Her parents' last words to her echoed in her mind: Lily, you have to live. You have to live a full, long life. She wanted that life. But not like this. Not drugged. Not raped. Not filmed and humiliated. There was only one way out. She gathered every ounce of her strength, every last drop of willpower, and prepared to end it all—by killing herself— —when the door suddenly burst open with a deafening crash.