“What’s the matter, Rachel? Suddenly shy? I said f*****g strip b***h! f*****g strip you f*****g slut!” he taunted, c*****g his head with cruel amusement. “Or do you need another… reminder?” Her breath hitched, her eyes darting to the man Victor had just killed, the blood still pooling on the cold floor. She fought against the wave of nausea, swallowing hard as she squared her shoulders. “Please, Victor… stop this,” she whispered, barely able to force the words out. “You’ve made your point. Just… don’t hurt anyone else.” Victor rolled his eyes with mock exasperation. “Oh, Rachel, always so selfless.” He leaned closer, his voice a poisonous whisper, “But you seem to be forgetting… you’re not the one in control.” He snapped his fingers, and one of his guards moved swiftly, dragging another