The Criminal Diaries

      The next day, closer to the evening, Peter, Edward, Terrence, and Daniel are going to have an acoustic show for a small crowd of fans who get a chance to ask them some questions. The men prepared for their concerts with great enthusiasm and could not wait for the moment when they would be allowed to go on the stage, but everything is otherwise today. They do not know how to brace themselves and perform several songs without a hitch. They do not know if they can smile at their fans as if nothing happened, acting like true professionals.       However, while Terrence, Edward, and Daniel promise themselves to pass this test and are determined now, Peter would be so happy to piss everything and everyone off and stay home, in his bed, It’s been a long enough time, but he still knows nothing about Helene, and his heart aches painfully at the thought that something terrible is happening to her. He does not have any wish to go on the stage. He does not care if he plays well or bad. He does not care that he had vocal issues during the latest rehearsals.       While his friends put on the clothes that their stylists chose for their show, Peter is just lying on the sofa on his stomach on the soft, big sofa, setting his dead, red, and puffy eyes into the distance. He only finds the strength to put on light blue jeans and sneakers, while a white t-shirt with a bright dark print and a black jacket are lying near him. It’s unpleasant for Daniel, Edward, and Terrence to see their friend in this condition, but they understand they can do literally nothing, and their words of support and physical contact can solve the problem for a while.       “I think this is the first case when I don’t wanna sing and play at all,” Daniel confesses tiredly, sitting on the soft light armchair with his legs spread aside, and leans back. “I’m not in the mood.”       “Honestly, I’d also be happy to stay home and lie on the bed,” Terrence replies, looking at his reflection in the mirror, the edges of which are lighted with little halogen lamps, and fixes his hair slightly. “That case when you just wanna be a seal.”       “Nevertheless, you’re an actor,” Edward notices quietly, walking in circles in the small dressing room and glancing sadly at pictures from unknown authors hanging on the dark walls. “It’s easy for you to play a role and act like nothing is happening.”       “I have to play the role.”       Terrence turns his back on the mirror, leans on the table with his buttocks, and crosses his arms over his chest.       “Now we can change nothing. We have to get out and play the show.”       “I want this bullshit to end as soon as possible,” Peter says in a low, quiet voice without emotions, putting his hands under his cheek. “Get out, play, and get out.”       “We suggested you reschedule this show many times,” Daniel recalls. “George said he’d solve this question if you said you couldn’t play.”       “We would’ve had to play it early or late.”       “Yeah, but what if the situation gets much better later?” Edward throws his hands up.       “I doubt it. It’s been four days, but that old bastard doesn’t even think of saying where he’s hiding Helene and what those bastards are doing to her.”       “Anyway, nobody made you agree to perform by force,” Terrence notices. “You should’ve said just one phrase, ‘I can’t’. And everyone would’ve understood it all!”       “I no longer have a right to let anyone down, guys. I can’t let the band’s business go wrong because of me. The story of ‘Against The System’ could’ve ended after barely starting because of me. And I can’t let it happen for the second time.”       “Yeah, but now the situation is different,” Edward replies, rolling the sleeves of his black open jacket. “We’re well aware of the reason and think making your life a little better is our duty.”       “Personal problems shouldn't be a barrier to the band’s work, Edward. To cancel or reschedule shows, you must have super-real reasons. Some artists actually perform when they’re ill: with a fever, with pain, with strong weakness, dizziness, and other shit.”       “And it’s always clear!” Daniel exclaims. “It’s clear when the person does their best to sing a song or wave a hand at the camera at an award ceremony.”       “That’s what I will do: give my everything and go on the stage. I can walk, I can talk, I can sing, I can play… Healthy as a horse! And a bad mood is not a reason to fuck everything off.”       “Of course, it’s good you treat your work with responsibility,” Terrence replies thoughtfully. “But I repeat, you had a chance to refuse. And nobody would’ve judged you for that.”       “Yeah, nobody judged Edward when he couldn’t go on the stage due to the poisoning,” Daniel adds. “When we told our fans about rescheduling the show, nobody criticized him for that.”       “And when we agreed on the new date and played the show, they wanted us to do an encore twice,” Edward says confidently. “Yes, of course, someone returned the tickets, but other people bought them shortly. So, we had a sold-out show. And the people rejoiced.”       “It’s different,” Peter throws gloomily. “It was a respectful reason. I would even say a forced one. And a bad mood is not a reason to act like a victim.”       “I am more than sure that people would support you if you told them about Helene’s kidnapping,” Daniel assures. “Adequate fans would understand that you’re worried and pull your hair out. Only people who are greedy for money would call it a stupid thing and push you on the stage.”       “No, Daniel! I don’t wanna act like a whining boy. I don’t wanna make anyone pity me and cover my reluctance to play well with the problems with my girlfriend.”       Peter hides his face in the arms folded in front of him.       “And actually, if I had a chance, I would prefer not to tell you anything. I would prefer to solve it all by myself.”       “Aha, you once were silent, and it almost led to you ending up in the afterlife!” Edward exclaims.       “Sorry. It would’ve been much better.”       “No, Peter, stop saying these things now!” Terrence protests determinedly, sitting on the sofa next to Peter. “Don't even dare to think about something like this, hear me!”       “Sometimes I think someone forces me to live in this world and make me suffer much longer on purpose.”       “Did Marcus tell you this bullshit?” Daniel frowns strongly. “Did you go crazy if you listened to that old bastard?”       “Maybe, he’s right. If people really wished me all the best, I would be dead now.”       “You say it because you’re worried about Helene and afraid to lose her,” Edward replies quietly, comes to Peter, and bends, while the blond keeps hiding his face in his arms. “Trust me, I felt literally the same feelings when Uncle Michael held Natalia at his home for four days. I felt fucking bad back then! Moreover, I consider myself an emotional enough man and succumb to feelings easily.”       “I guess I’m emotional, too… Since all my attempts to keep an indifferent face and survive any hits bravely push me closer and closer to the edge.”       “You’re not emotional, you’re broken,” Daniel replies and claps Peter slightly on his head. “There’s always someone who breaks a part of the wall you’ve already built with just one hit.”       “I am ashamed… Ashamed of acting like a weak boy. Ashamed of you seeing my breakdowns.”       “Dude, there’s nothing bad in showing your emotions,” Terrence says confidently. “It’s laid by nature for girls, but it’s absolutely fine for men, too. It’s fine to break down when a really serious trouble happens to him. But you’re not whining. Bad things just happened to you. Your girlfriend is in danger. They wanna kill you. You’re scared. You’re afraid. Some assholes do enjoy your sufferings.”       “The most disgusting thing is that I can do nothing,” Peter says in a little shaking voice. “I can’t save Helene. Can’t take her far from all those assholes. I am fucking powerless! And I have just to sit and wait.”       “It won’t last forever, Pete,” Edward assures. “Marcus will do something early or late. He’ll get sick of being silent.”       “And when will it happen? When will that asshole stop showing off and stop? When will he the fuck explain what I did to him? What did Helene do to him?”       “You will get an answer to all your questions. Someday, Marcus will have to answer all of them.”       “I actually give a fuck about why he started it all. I want just one thing – to see Helene healthy and alive. Wanna see her in front of me and hug her tightly. Nothing more! I’m gonna even say more, I no longer care about her secrets. Yes, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what she did in the past. Because I love Helene from the present. I love the sweet, shy, and smiling girl that Jessica introduced to me once.”       “Helene’s gonna be okay, buddy,” Daniel says quietly. “When we have a little chance to save her, we’ll use it immediately. And do our best to protect that girl from Marcus and his henchmen.”       “Oh, okay, guys, it doesn’t make sense to talk about it and whine like girls…”       Peter sits up tiredly, bends his legs at the knees, and presses them to his chest.       “Nothing will change.”       “Never forget that we’ll always be near,” Terrence says confidently, clapping Peter on the shoulder. “And you’ll not deal with this shit alone.”       “Let’s not talk about it now and brace ourselves to show the show. This fucking show that we can’t cancel or reschedule ‘cause we’re only a half an hour away from it.”       “Anyway, if you feel too bad, let us know. The guys and I could actually play as a trio. A drummer from our musician team can play instead of you.”       “And we can sing your lines with no problems,” Daniel adds. “You can let us know it, or we can understand it all if you have vocal issues.”       “You see that we wanna do nothing,” Edward notices. “The rare case when my petrol is gone. When I don’t wanna run anywhere. I’d be happy to lie on the sofa and eat a lot, watching a cool movie.”       “Thank you so much, guys,” Peter pronounces amicably, bends his legs under himself, and moves his eyes to his hands folded in front of him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”       “We get it all and don’t tell you to do anything impossible,” Daniel says confidently, sitting next to Peter on the sofa and hugging him around the shoulders. “If you can’t sing or okay, give a fuck! Give a fuck about what people may think. Give a fuck about losing lots of money. Give a fuck about what the media says about us.”       “I… I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me. It means a lot to me. Without you, I would go insane because of all this bullshit. Can’t say I feel fucking good, but… You gave me the strength to hold on somehow.”       “You somehow helped us not to go insane, and now it’s our time to help you survive all the attempts of some old bastards to ruin your life.”       “I’d be happy to smile, but I’m not in the mood.”       “It’s okay, we get it all,” Terrence replies amicably.       “Don’t worry, guys…” Peter looks at Terrence, Daniel, and Edward. “I promise… No matter how bad I feel, I won’t let you down. I will bite the bullet and do my duty. Your job is not always about pleasure and fun. This is the duty you must do not to be hungry, in your underwear outside and not to let down those who have great hopes in you.”       “And real friends are with you not just to laugh at good times and laugh at something,” Edward notices. “They’re with you at bad times and ready to give you the support. It’s easy to be near when your life is good. But when everything falls apart, you can see that you lose a bigger part of the people who dare to call themselves your best friends.”       “Thanks… I’m really, madly lucky to know such cool people.”       Silence settles in the air for a few seconds, during which Terrence hugs Peter inclining his head around the shoulders and claps him on the head slightly, and Edward and Daniel watch them with sadness in their eyes.       “Oh, alright, men…” Daniel sighs tiredly, claps Peter on his knee, and gets up from the sofa. “Let’s put ourselves together. We’re gonna perform soon. But we kinda broke down here.”       “Yeah, let’s play this show quickly,” Edward agrees, straightening his arms, crunching his fingers, and turning his head around. “Let’s leave our problems behind the door at least for a while.”       “C’mon, Peter, focus on the concert,” Terrence encourages, getting up quickly from the sofa and pulling down his t-shirt and jacket slightly. “Let’s do the business so we can be free then.”       “Oh, shoot me down…” Peter moans quietly, running his hands over his face, gets up from the sofa, and goes aside. “Someone…”       “And actually, why are you the fuck not undressed yet?” Edward wonders. “The guys and I have already changed our clothes, but you’re not ready yet.”       “Indeed, Rose, we’re about to go soon, but you’ve only put on jeans and sneakers,” Terrence puts his hands on his hips.       “C’mon, bro, shake up!” Daniel exclaims, clapping on his cheeks to get ready for the show. “Grab your clothes and put them on.”       With these words, Daniel takes the t-shirt from the sofa and throws it to Peter, who catches it without emotions on his face.       “Well, erm…” Daniel scratches the back of his head. “You can go on the stage like this if you really want to. The guys and I don’t mind it. And girls would be happy to see the half-naked you.”       “But remember that everyone may have an overdose with dopamine,” Terrence adds.       “Ha, ha,” Peter throws gloomily. “I shall laugh at this next time.”       Peter puts on the t-shirt quickly and pulls it down slightly. Then he comes to the sofa, takes the jacket, and places it over his t-shirt.       “I’m ready, we can go,” Peter pronounces quietly. “The bruise under my eye has already been covered.”       “Before they come to take us out, we can stay here,” Edward says thoughtfully.       “Good idea,” Daniel agrees. “Otherwise, we’ll have to explain to everyone why it’s not so noisy in our dressing room today, and our faces are so gloomy.”       “Everyone knows everything,” Terrence notices. “They just prefer not to talk about it too much not to give us much more pain.”       “That’s what I’m grateful to them for,” Peter crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t want them to watch all my breakdowns. The fact that you have to run into them is enough.”       “Don’t worry, we’ll take it all!” Edward promises cheerfully. “You can say and do anything you want if it helps you feel better.”       “It makes me feel ashamed. But I can’t control myself.”       “It’s okay, we’re strong men!” Daniel exclaims with his head proudly raised. “We can take it all.”       “Glad you understand it.”       Edward, Terrence, and Daniel smile sadly at Peter, who just nods hesitantly, thinking it’s their way to show their support. They fall into silence again for two seconds, and then someone knocks quietly at the door of the dressing room.       “Come in!” Terrence exclaims.       When the door opens, George shows up on the doorstep, looking really anxious and even a little tense, as if he is aware of what’s happening to his wards.       “How are you, guys?” George expresses anxiety. “Can you perform?”       “More or less,” Daniel pronounces quietly. “We’ll do our best.”       “I think you should’ve rescheduled the show. Yes, we would’ve lost a lot of money in this case. But I’ve told you many times that your well-being is more important to me.”       “My personal problems shouldn’t be a reason to cancel it all,” Peter says without emotions on his face. “I can’t and don’t want to let you down.”       “Listen, Peter…”       George comes to Peter, hugs him around the shoulders, leads him to the sofa, and sits down next to him.       “If you feel too bad, don’t torture yourself. I do mind my wards going on the stage when they aren’t able to make their fans happy.”       “I really feel too bad now, but I promise I will do my best not to make this performance the worst one in our career.”       “Sadly, I can’t help you get away from the chase of that man and find your girlfriend. But I will always be near if you want to talk about something. And it doesn’t have to do with your work. If you’re just lonely, you know where to find me.”       “Thanks, George.” Peter locks his fingers tightly. “Don’t pay attention to my whine. It’s my problem. You’ve got a lot of yours.”       “Are you sure you want and can do this?”       “Not sure, but I will do this?”       “Remember that even if you smile widely and laugh loudly, people will always see the sadness in your eyes. It will be enough for your fans just to look at you to understand that something is not right.”       “I know.”       “Remember, nothing terrible happened when we had to reschedule the show due to the case of Edward. You played it without a hitch!”       “Cancelling a show two times in a row is disrespect for our fans.”       “Sometimes artists have to cancel tours, my sweetheart. And there may be different reasons: from misunderstandings with the organizers to health issues and personal life issues.”       “Thanks a lot for your care, but I want to do this. I want to play this show as soon as possible.” Peter swallows nervously. “Because… It kinda distracts me from the thoughts about Helene. Who may be anywhere now and get through the most horrible tortures of those sick bastards.”       “Alright, if you think you can do this, I will not insist,” George replies quietly. “And I hope you will find the strength to perform well.”       “I will try.”       “You do it well, too, guys.” George glances at Edward, Daniel, and Terrence. “It would be easier for you three to save the show than one of you.”       “Since it’s gonna happen, we must give our everything,” Terrence replies confidently. “Even though our rehearsals were, to be honest, a failure.”       “Adequate people completely understand you aren’t robots without feelings and emotions that can’t have a personal life and problems. Sometimes, even the best workers and born-to-be careerists may make mistakes. Bad days are a fine thing that you shouldn't pay your attention to. Even the best of the best have them. But you can be truly strong if you aren’t afraid to fall and don’t make a tragedy out of this.”       “Don’t worry, George, we won’t let you down,” Daniel promises. “Yes, our mood is bad now, but we can put ourselves together.”       “I hope, guys, I hope.”       George gets up from the bed, comes to Edward, and takes him by the shoulders.       “Hey, Edward, how do you feel after the case with poisoning?” George expresses anxiety.       “I feel great, don’t worry,” Edward shrugs.       “Sadly, the poisoner hasn’t been found because she managed to leave the city. But the police keep searching for her and have already put that cleaning girl on the wanted list.”       “It hardly makes sense now. I’m alright now. And that’s what matters.”       “Don’t worry, my boy, I closely watch everything so everyone takes all the measures of safety.”       “Thank you so much. But I will personally hold myself from eating and drinking what they have here.”       “Everything is different this time.”       “I know. But I’d better ask Blake to order me something from fast food. As far as I know, there’s a small café not far from here.”       “Alright, as you wish. But remember that everything is under my personal control and the control of the band’s team. Even a mouse wouldn’t run by us and remain invisible.”       “Many thanks.”       Two seconds later, someone knocks quietly at the door that opens later, and Blake shows up on the doorstep.       “Hey, guys, they’re kinda waiting for you and calling you behind the scenes,” Blake says. “The show is about to start, but you’re still here.”       “Thanks, Blake, we’re coming now,” Terrence replies quietly.       “Hey, don’t ya wanna perform at all?” Blake comes into the dressing room after closing the door.       “We don’t!” Peter exhales sharply, putting his hands on his hips. “But we have no choice.”       “Maybe you should’ve rescheduled the show? You would’ve performed after coming to yourself.”       “I will come to myself when I know something about Helene. Can’t smile and be happy when my girlfriend is in trouble.”       “I’m sure she’s gonna be okay. Since the cops are working on this thing, the girl will surely be found.”       “Yeah, but there are no tracks yet,” Edward throws his hands up. “And one of the suspects cannot be caught at the address where he’s registered.”       “The police have come to him many times, but it’s worthless,” Daniel adds. “It doesn’t make sense to find him at work ‘cause he works at home.”       “It means, he’s trying to hide…” George pronounces thoughtfully.       “Hey, has she really been kidnapped by the man who started something hellish in the 90s?” Blake specifies. “I somehow read something about Marcus and was overwhelmed by what he did.”       “Really,” Peter confirms confidently.       “Fucking shit… I wonder what he came with if he wants to kill Helene and you?”       “That asshole keeps the intrigue,” Edward throws gloomily. “He’s making it longer just like in a TV show. So you know all the motives of the enemy of the lead characters, who are sick of suffering, when it’s Episode 346.”       “Anyway, I’m really sorry. I really hope Helene will be found quickly. The girl is good. I don’t understand why she has to suffer because of one asshole.”       “Thanks, buddy,” Daniel thanks amicably. “I guess hoping is the only thing we can do now.”       “Since the police are working on this, it means everything will end over,” George assures. “It would be much worse if you decided to find her by yourself.”       “Sometimes I think they will not help him, either,” Peter confesses with his arms crossed over his chest, moving his eyes aside.       “It’s going to be alright, Peter. Everything will be solved early or late.”       “Indeed, Peter, don’t be in despair,” Blake advises. “Early or late, those assholes will meet a failure and help you find Helene against their wish. They may think they planned everything super well, but something may go wrong at some moment.”       “Anyway, we’re just waiting yet,” Daniel shrugs. “And trying not to go crazy.”       “Alright, guys, let’s talk about it a little later,” George says confidently. “But now brace yourself and get ready for the performance.”       “Oh, yeah, you, go behind the scenes!” Blake exclaims. “They’re waiting for ya.”       “Yes, yes, we’re coming!” Edward runs his hands over his hair, exhaling sharply.       “By the way, there’s a small café with fast food not far from here,” Terrence says thoughtfully. “Could you buy us something to drink and eat?”       “Okay, I’ll go there now!” Blake raises his hands. “Find something, depending on your taste.”       “Thanks, Blake,” Peter thanks amicably.       “I’m leaving them, but you hurry up!”       With these words, Blake leaves the living room in a quick step and closes the door.       “M-m-m, I see you got along with him,” George notices thoughtfully.       “Can’t deny it,” Daniel agrees thoughtfully. “Why would we confront the guy when he started to show respect for us and do anything we want?”       “I’m glad you managed to find a common language. He’s a part of your team that you should have a good relationship with.”       “Who knows, maybe we will become his good friends someday,” Edward assumes. “We’re just colleagues now, but we can’t exclude anything.”       “I hope, guys.”       “Alright, there’s no need to be stuck here!” Terrence exhales sharply. “We should get ready to go on the stage.”       “Yes, yes, boys, focus now!” George orders harshly, clapping Terrence and Peter on the shoulder. “Peter, distract yourself from everything for a while. Edward, turn on the beast mode. Daniel, don’t relax, too. Terrence, don’t forget you’re the leader and guide your colleagues.”       “Yes, George,” Edward, Daniel, Peter, and Terrence pronounce a little lazily.       “Shake up, shake up, pretty boys, now! Don’t be sleepy flies! Since you decided to go on the stage, you must give your everything.”       With these words, George pushes Peter, Terrence, Edward, and Daniel out of the dressing room and goes quickly straight down the hall, where they can see people working here. The men sigh tiredly and, looking at each other with sadness in their eyes, follow their manager, who often accompanies them on their performances and always takes care of them like a father, not being sick of reminding them that he is really proud of his wards, who are literally his own children.       

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      Sleep is probably the only thing that does not make Helene cry. Though she has a great problem with it. The girl cannot get enough sleep due to the strong stress and fear of flying and creeping living creatures. She also shakes at the thought that someone may come to her at night and use her dirtily while she is sleeping. And do something not to let her run away. Just like it happened yesterday when Ronald and Luther tied her up and closed her mouth with a rag, ignoring all the girl’s pleas to stop and letting themselves enjoy the caress of the beautiful young body of the lady.       Helene is still lying on her stomach on the bed, crying bitterly, hugging the pillow tightly, and imagining that it’s some of her close people. After she has been beaten cruelly several times, her whole body is covered with bruises, and every single bone hurts after the men, who are two or three times stronger, use their strength on them. The girl has gotten through many more horrible things over the past four days than in her whole short life. She actually never thought she would run into something that she could only see in a movie. But alas, reality turned out to be much crueler.       “God, how long will all of this keep happening?” Helene wonders. “How much will I have to get through to be found, at last? I think I’m starting to go crazy little by little. These walls… These alive things… Those horrible people who rape me… I won’t handle it if I spend more days in this condition.”       Helene doubles over and winces slightly when she puts her hand on her stomach, which hurts from hunger.       “Damn, my stomach hurts… I wanna drink and eat… And those men give me some shit that makes me feel sick once per day. I guess a stray dog is fed much better than I am.”       Helene closes her eyes from the sense of slight dizziness related to the lack of food.       “Oh, I also feel dizzy… And I can’t sit… Especially walk and stand… I wanna faint in this case. Though I can’t. Those scums may use the moment again. Nobody can stop them. They play with me until they get what they want. Until they give me strong pain. That’s what can calm those cads down. And I fall into hysteria ‘cause I’m helpless.”       Helene squeezes the pillow that is watered with her tears much tighter in her arms.       “Will nobody save me? Will Marcus kill me, after all? Will he get a victory? Will he get away from all of this? Just like it happened when he killed people shamelessly for him? No, no, it must not happen. Must not! I can’t die. I can’t! I don’t want! I know many people need me. I know they’ll go crazy if something happens to me.”       Helene sniffs quietly.       “But damn, I can do nothing! Can’t get out of here. Can’t give a sign. Can’t ask for help. I’m powerless! I’m surrounded on all sides. And I have no idea what this place is and how to orient here. If it’s somewhere in the woods, I may get lost. And… How can I do something when I have no strength to get up from bed? Have no strength just to come to the door or the window?”       Helene closes her eyes, while tears roll down her cheeks slowly, and she gets goosebumps on her whole body, every muscle of which shakes. At some moment, she freezes and stops breathing when she hears the familiar noise from afar. The girl already knows her offenders prop the door with something heavy so she cannot move it aside. And it seems like they move it aside to enter the prisoner’s room. And a few seconds later, David and Darren show up on the doorstep with a sly smile. Their eyes stop immediately on Marshall’s buttocks, while she sits up sharply and presses the pillow as closely to her chest as possible.       “N-n-no…” Helene pronounces in a hoarse, shaking voice, shaking her head sharply and not stopping to look at her offenders with widely open eyes. “N-n-no, n-n-no…”       “So what, cutie, how are you doing here?” Darren asks with a smug smile.       “Did you think about something while sitting here hungry, cold, and lonely?” David puts his hands on his hips. “And beaten black and blue…”       “I wanna go home…” Helene replies with pity.       “Yes, yes, yes, we got it! You wanna go home under the wing of your old grandma, who has probably already had a couple of heart attacks from worrying.”       “I feel too bad… I feel dizzy… I can’t get up from the bed…”       “Come on!” Darren surprises falsely.       “Give me food… Give me water… Please…” Helene doubles over slightly. “My stomach grumbles from pain…”       “Do you remember why we stopped feeding you?” David asks. “Why is all of this happening to you?”       “Yeah, did you forget you tried to escape?” Darren recalls. “You snapped, were rude, played on our nerves…”       “And to be honest, we are fucking done with you saying all the same things. Please, pity me, let me go, I don’t want, I won’t do, Peter, help, my gosh, why is it me? And other shit that is now stuck in my head like an annoying song.”       “I don’t ask too much…”       “Oh, Marshall, when will you understand that you will never get out of here?” Darren sighs tiredly. “Rose, his friends, and your girlfriends will never see or hear you! And your dog, in case he survived after the wound, will have to get ready to get used to the new owner.”       “Why are you doing this to me?” Helene wonders. “What did I do? WHY?”       “Nothing personal, babe!” David smiles innocently. “We’re just doing our duty for Marcus.”       “Speaking the truth, we give a fuck about what Marcus wants to do to you, Peter, his friends, and someone else,” Darren says. “No matter if you die or not – we give a fuck! We are doing this out of respect for that man. For his friendship with our fathers.”       “Don’t you understand all your actions are terrible?” Helene asks in despair and sniffs loudly. “Don’t you understand you give pain to those who did nothing bad to you?”       “Oh, don’t read us lectures about how to live!” David raises his hand, frowning slightly. “Let’s start a talk about religion and the seven deadly sins that a decent person would never do.”       “Please, don’t kill me… I don’t want to die…”       “Calm down, baby, until Marcus gives us a sign, you will live,” Darren assures. “And spend here as much time here as he thinks you should.”       “I have nothing to do… I’m going crazy from boredom. I feel bad. Too bad! Get it!”       “Why is it nothing?” David smirks evilly and looks around the whole room. “Talk to mice, try to tame a cockroach… You just look at how many living creatures are running here! I’m sure you will make friends with no problems.”       “I fear all of this! I shake at just one thought about all of this creeping over me as I sleep!”       “What can we do?” Darren throws his hands up. “Of course, we had an idea of holding you in the basement at Marcus’ home, but we refused it because we thought it would be too suspicious. Mr. Longbottom is a good man for all his neighbors. So, why would he make their opinion worse?”       “Aha!” David agrees. “And this place is so perfect: far from the city, located in the woods… If you don’t know where to go, you may get lost and run into a bear, deer, or elk. But if you run into them, your knickers are gonna be wet from fear.”       “If I’m really in a hopeless situation, I’d rather let a bear bite me to death!” Helene says in a high-pitched, shaking voice. “If I have nothing to lose and nothing to hope on!”       “Marcus hasn’t decided yet how he wants to kill you,” Darren confesses. “But it’s not gonna be something banal like a knife wound or a bullet in your forehead. That man prepared something special for you and Rose.”       “Aha, and then he will dismember our corpses and bury them somewhere in the woods?”       “M-m-m, wow, what a wild fantasy our girl has!” David smiles slyly.       “You’re right!” Darren agrees. “Did her grandmother and grandfather turn on a scary movie instead of a movie about princes and princesses when she was a child?”       Darren and David laugh evilly, while Helene squeezes the pillow much tighter in her arms, looking at both of them with widely open eyes.       “Alright, dolly,” David says thoughtfully and comes closer to the bed. “We have a suggestion for you. We fuck you quietly and finish, and if you don’t resist, alright, you will get an extraordinary plate of food and a glass of water.”       “What?” Helene stops breathing.       “The stories from Ronald and Luther about having a lot of fun yesterday seduced us a lot,” Darren confesses. “We talked about the pleasure you gave them when we drank a bottle of cold beer.”       “Aha, you couldn’t escape when your hands were tied up closely, and your mouth was closed with a rag,” David smiles slyly. “So, the men pulled your shorts and knickers off and fucked you by one.”       “No…” Helene shakes her head sharply and swallows nervously. “No, please, don’t do this… Don’t do this…”       “Since they got pleasure, you must give it to my friend and me. We are also hungry for young and beautiful girls.”       “Aha, you’re really sexy…” Darren notices with a filthy smile, looking at Helene from head to foot. “Boobs, ass, legs… You got it all! Though you weren’t given a good height.”       “Don’t mock me…” Helene begs in despair, breathing heavily enough. “My whole body hurts… I feel a lot of pain… I feel too bad…”       Don’t you want to eat enough?”       “I would do anything you say, but don’t rape me. Please, don’t do this…”       “I want to remind you that Marcus gifted us to you,” David recalls. “He let us do anything we want to you.”       “And people usually use a gift,” Darren adds. “So, Helene, lie on the bed and spread your legs at your wish.”       “NO!” Helene screams, pushing herself to the other corner of the bed and squeezing the pillow much tighter. “DON’T GET CLOSER! NO!”       “You'd better do this at your wish.”       With these words, Darren sits on the edge of the bed and caresses Helene’s ankles, while she starts shaking and crying bitterly.       “Otherwise, you will keep suffering. Suffering until your death. We will do our best for you to be happy to die and end all of this.”       “Don’t worry, dolly, if you don’t resist, we will do everything very tenderly,” David promises, sitting on the bed and running his hand over the side of Helene’s thigh. “Don’t think we are some kind of monsters. If nobody gets us mad, we are pretty sweet and fluffy. You can always agree with us if you do all of our orders obediently.”       “Pity me, please…” Helene begs quietly. “I will not take it…”       “We will fuck you even if you resist so hard. That was our goal of coming here. We wanna relax. And we will relax.”       “The difference is that you can get a reward as food and water for obeying and strong hits and hellish pain in every part of your body for resisting,” Darren adds, reaching the inside of Helene’s thighs.       “I’m not a whore…” Helene sobs. “Not your toy…”       “Come on, cutie, less words, more actions,” David says confidently and tries to take the pillow away from Helene. “Give me the pillow. We don’t need it now.”       David takes the pillow from Helene by force and puts it in the place where it was, while the girl covers her décolleté with her hands, putting her hand on her shoulders with a wish to be small and invisible.       “Yeah, dolly, good… Good…”       “No, leave me alone, no!” Helene squeaks when David tries to lie her on the bed. “NO! DON’T DO THIS! DON’T TOUCH ME!”       “Quiet, quiet, Marshall, relax,” Darren pronounces quietly, running his hands over Helene’s legs.       “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I WILL NOT LET YOU TOUCH ME! NO!”       Falling into a hysterical condition more and more, Helene starts fighting David hand in hand and kicking Darren with her feet. Fear and tension are the reasons why her face is red and literally burns, her breath is heavier, and she feels a lump in her throat due to the deafening shout.       “Fuck, we shouldn't have counted on the settlement agreement!” David throws gloomily, barely grabbing Helene’s hands and pressing them to the bed.       “Yeah, now I’m not sure that it was much easier with Rose,” Darren replies, holding Helene tightly by the ankles. “Look how hysterical the gal is!”       “DON’T TOUCH ME!” Helene screams hysterically, twirling like a wild animal caught in a trap. “ NO! LEAVE ME ALONE, DOGS! LEAVE ME ALONE!”       “Hey, bitch. Stop hurting our ears!” David throws gloomily and slaps Helene strongly in the face. “WE ARE DONE WITH YOUR FUCKING SCREAM!”       “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! A-A-A-A-A!”       “If you don’t shut up now, we will break your legs and arms!” Darren threatens. “YOU WANT IT? YEAH? ISN’T IT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BE HUNGRY?”       “Alright, scum…” David hisses through his teeth. “You asked for trouble… If you don’t want to do it at your wish, we will make you do it by force. DO NOT WAIT FOR MERCY FROM US!”       Squeezing Helene’s jaw tightly with his fingers, David kisses her on the lips by force and runs his tongue in the girl’s mouth, while she moans hysterically and hits her opponent on his arms.       “Ar-r-r, we should’ve taken a tranquilizer!” Darren throws disappointedly, pressing Helene’s legs tightly to the bed and caressing the lady’s thigh. “Adams offered it, but we, idiots, thought we didn’t need it. Like, what kind of weak boy we’re supposed to be not to deal with the gal.”       “It’s alright, we will do it!” David throws with self-confidence, turns Helene’s head sharply on the side, and bites the skin on the curve of her neck so painfully that she cries loudly. “Moreover, the girl is a little weak from hunger. She wouldn’t run too far because her legs can barely hold her.”       “But it doesn’t stop her from screaming like a drama queen.”       “Next time, we will just use earplugs and do our business quietly.”       “STOP, DON’T TOUCH ME!” Helene shakes in seizures. “LEAVE ME ALONE!”       “Don’t scream, you will not escape,” Darren sneers evilly, crawls closer over Helene, and starts massaging her breasts intensely. “M-m-m, the dolly is sexy… I do feel that it’s tight in my pants…”       “It’s enough to leave just a couple of kisses to be ready to finish…” David moans with enjoyment, raising Helene’s top and leaving a few short kisses on the girl’s belly. “Ar-r-r-r… I shall be grateful to Marcus for such a wonderful gift for the rest of my life.”       “You’re right… We’ve been pleasing him all these years for the reason. I knew he’d thank us generously early or late.”       “God, please, do something to end my sufferings!” Helene begs with tears in her eyes, still resisting hard, while David kisses the open parts of her breasts, and Darren bites her lips painfully with his teeth and gets her tongue in her mouth so deeply that it makes her feel like vomiting. “I don’t wanna take all of this anymore. If nobody stops them now, they will rape me again. But I don’t want this! I don’t want!”       Helene closes her eyes and swallows nervously.       “That’s good, they didn’t take pictures and record videos yesterday. Otherwise, they would’ve used the moment. Leaked all of that on a porno site… Or actually sent something to Peter… Who would've been surely mad at me and thought that I really betrayed him. They would’ve surely made Pete think so.”       “It’s a sham that those nitwits forgot to take a couple of photos and record a video,” Darren notices, running his hand over Helene’s belly.       “But we do not forget,” David smiles slyly, caressing the inside of Helene’s thighs. “We’d have much more brain.”       “Aha… We must make Rose ‘happy’ with something. Let him know that the girl does not miss him, while he is fretting and fuming and trying so hard to save her.”       “The important thing is to bring everything right. So, even his friends don’t make him stop thinking it’s all an act.”       “Don’t worry, bro, we’re gonna make everything perfect!”       At this moment, Helene opens her eyes widely with a quiet squeak, feeling that her heart misses a beat.       “Oh, baby, why are you so tense?” David wonders and caresses Helene’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Relax and think of nothing. We will do everything.”       “Please, don’t do this…” Helene begs in despair. “Please, don’t do this…”       “Relax, dolly, relax,” Darren encourages, running his hand over Helene’s belly. “This is everything you should do now. And of course, shut up if you don’t want to be tied up with your mouth closed.”       “No, please…”       “C’mon, Marshall, let’s not waste time on talks,” David says confidently. “We will do our business quickly, and you will have a rest. Until the next time.”       When David tries to open the fly on Helene’s shorts, she starts resisting so hard again, trying to fight off her offenders with feet and hands, and making them enraged with her deafening shouts.       “Fuck, calm down now!” Darren demands rudely, taking Helene by the wrists tightly and pressing them to the mattress. “Stop thinking it can help you.”       “Let me go, LET ME GO!” Helene squeaks, trying so hard to get out of the grip of her offenders. “DON’T TOUCH ME!”       “Ar-r-r, I thought we wouldn’t have to tie her up,” David growls irritably, barely grabbing Helene’s legs, which she ties to give him hits.       “Let’s put her under a little torture as the punishment,” Darren says confidently. “To cool her wild character a little. AND SHUT HER UP AT LEAST FOR A WHILE!”       After shouting the last words, Darren slaps Helene strongly in the face as she screams.       “Agree, it seems like we didn’t beat her enough,” David replies. “We wanted to treat the gal well, but she’s been showing off for the past four days.”       David gives a few hits on Helene’s arms with his fist, while she screams hysterically with every single one.       “NO, STOP!” Helene squeaks, closing her face with her hands when David raises his fist to hit her.       “So, will you be lying quietly and remaining silent?” Darren asks and squeezes Helene’s throat tightly, setting his burning look that makes everything inside her turn upside down on her red, widely open eyes full of horror. “WILL YOU DO IT OR NOT, I AM ASKING?”       Not being able to say anything due to the lack of air, Helene hits Darren on his arms with a greater effort and tries to fight him off with a hit on his groin. But sadly, she turns out to be much weaker in this fight because of the power of two men, who dominate, and her strong weakness in her whole body.       “Do we ACTUALLY stop feeling you at all?” David roars, grabbing Helene rudely by the hair and pulling them strongly. “EVEN ONCE PER DAY! SO YOU DIE HERE FROM HUNGER!”       “STOP, PLEASE!” Helene screams heartbreakingly. “DO NOT DO THIS!”       “Don’t wait for mercy now, bitch,” Darren says in a rude, low voice. “We will fuck you CRUELLY! And you WILL NOT get food after this!”       Darren spreads Helene’s legs apart sharply, sits between them, and tries to open the fly on her shorts. But he has to run into the hard resistance of the girl, who gives him hits with both heels on his whole body. And after one of these hits, she hits him in the chest, depriving him of the ability to breathe for a while. Marshall tries to jump from the bed sharply and rush to the open door, but David presses her to himself from behind. The girl breathing heavily tries to fight off him with hits on his arms that are squeezing her waist tightly. And a little later, she hits him against his solar plexus with her elbow as strongly as she can. While the second offender of hers doubles over in pain, she gets up from the bed and, ignoring her slight dizziness and weakness in her feet, tries to run to the exit from the room, the walls of which are driving her crazier and crazier.       And seeing that Darren has come to himself a little and decided to catch her, Helene starts running away from him in the entire room, throwing everything she finds in her way. After making several circles, she tries to escape the room, but David closes the way shortly, squeezing the lady’s thin arms so tightly with his fingers that he can feel all her bones.       “No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!” Helene screams heartbreakingly. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”       “Don’t try, dolly, you will take a victory in this game,” David promises with a sly smile.       “LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE! DON’T WANNA STAY HERE ANYMORE!”       “Nobody cares! Marcus’ orders must always be done obediently!”       “NO! NO! NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!”       Helene keeps screaming hysterically, resisting, and beating David on his arms and chest until Darwin runs to her from behind and puts a thin rope around her neck after finding it somewhere in the corner of the room. That’s why the girl starts lacking oxygen catastrophically and tries to get out of this trap desperately.       “Alright, it seems you don’t want us to fuck you quickly and get out,” Darren assumes and tightens the rope on Helene’s neck much tighter, while she tries to pull it slightly and makes quiet, painful moans. “So, you will have to get through a little torture today. That’s not gonna be full of enjoyment for you.”       “Don’t worry, Marcus doesn’t mind it,” David notices. “He said: if the gal resists, you can beat her and put her under torture.”       “No…” Helene barely pronounces and coughs loudly. “P-please… Let me g-g-go…”       “Not sure if these tortures will teach you something and make you listen to us. But they will 100% take your strength away. Even if you want to resist, you will not be able to. In the best case, you will only be crying. But you know, we give a fuck about your tears.”       “We repeat, you’re guilty of what’s happening,” Darren recalls. “If you’d decided to be our friend, you would’ve spent your last days well. But now you get what you deserve.”       Helene screams hysterically when David smashes his fist strongly against her belly, making her tense all the muscles of her belly.       “So, don’t you like it?” Darren sneers evilly and tightens the rope again after weakening it a little. “You shouldn't have pretended to be nobody the fuck knows who! If you were told to give us your naked ass, it means YOU MUST DO THIS!”       “And accept the fact that you will never be found,” David adds rudely, squeezing Helene’s jaw tightly. “Those people can do whatever they want, but they will have to accept the thought that they lost you. And you must accept the thought that you lost them. Accept it, Marshall, ACCEPT!”       David smashes his fist against the squeaking Helene’s nose, from which a thin flow of blood starts getting out. And thinking it’s not enough yet, Darren moves the rope off the girl’s neck, throws it aside, and wraps her waist with his arms, while she coughs loudly and swallows the air greedily.       “Ah, look, the gal is scared…” Darren smiles smugly and raises Helene’s chin. “Look how much pain and fear she has in her puffy and red eyes…”       “Stop it, please…” Helene begs in despair as she chokes. “I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”       “It’s just the beginning of your suffering, babe,” David says and smashes his fist against Helene’s chest, depriving her of the ability to breathe. “Beginning…”       Taking her rudely under her arms, David pushes Helene so rudely and sharply that she falls to the floor with a deafening shout and hits her elbows against it.       “SAY, IT HURTS!” Helene arches her back when a burning pain echoes in her whole body.       Helene starts creeping back sharply when David and Darren get closer to her, as she is breathing heavily and looking closely at her offenders with widely open eyes.       “No, please, stop…” Helene jabs excitedly. “Please… Don’t do this…”       “You know, buddy, I think this room needs some tension,” Darren smiles mysteriously. “Electric tension.”       “M-m-m, we’ve already tested the electric gun on Rose, but now we can burn Marshall a little,” David replies with approval.       “Since the girl is rebellious, we must teach her a little.”       With these words, Darren takes a little electric gun from the pocket of his dark blue denim jacket and presses the button on it with a sly smile. That’s why bright lightning shows up on electrodes with a quiet squeak, making Helene tense all her muscles sharply and creep back with a quiet ooh.       “C'mon, babe, come here,” Darren addresses Helene breathing heavily and shaking with a much wider smile. “Feel the power of this little thing.”       “God, please, save me from this hell,” Helene begs in a whisper. “Please, please…”       When David moves off sharply, Helene gets up shortly and tries to run aside. But the man catches her quickly from behind, grabbing her by the waist with both arms, pulls her to the bed by force, despite her protests and shouts, and throws her on it like a feather. After this, Darren runs to her, puts the electric gun against her arm covered with bruises with no warning, and holds the button to release the powerful electric wave. Marshall makes a heartbreaking, much louder shout, while her body shakes in uncontrolled seizures, and her heartbeat fastens. Two seconds later, the man lets go of the button, and the girl’s body gets sharply soft, while she is breathing too heavily.       “So, Marshall, you like it?” David smiles evilly, squeezing Helene’s jaw with his fingers.       “Let’s do it again!” Darren exclaims. “Burn you as fuck!”       Darren puts the electric gun against the area under Helene’s chest and holds the button. David and he look like they are charmed as they watch their exhausted victim rack her cords and tense every muscle of her body in the pain. And her body gets soft again after this torture ends.       “Don’t worry, dolly! If you don’t put it in the dangerous area, it will not kill you.” Darren runs his index thumb over Helene’s cheek, while her body starts shaking slightly after a powerful wave. “It will just immobilize you.”       “So what, are you not as sassy as before?” David surprises, raises Helene’s top, and runs his hand over her naked belly, feeling how tense her muscles are. “You understood that joking with us is bad?”       David slaps Helene in the face as strongly as he can, while she just sobs quietly, being unable to move her body, which shakes in seizures.       “But if you didn’t, we will be torturing you with his thing all the time,” Darren threatens. “Burn you a lot and fuck you all together.”       “Why?” Helene pronounces faintly in a whisper, while tears slowly get out of her eyes. “Why?”       “For becoming a girlfriend of Marcus’s greatest enemy,” David explains and makes a gesture to ask Darren to give him the electric gun. “If you hadn’t gotten in touch with him, you would’ve been with your grandmother and played with that fucking dog.”       David puts the electric gun against Helene’s abdomen and releases several short waves that make her feel pain and squeak quietly.       “Please, stop…” Helene begs.       “We will stop when we think we should,” David says. “When you have no strength to protest against us.”       David brings the electric gun sharply against Helene’s throat and wants to press the button, but he stops two centimeters away from it, watching the girl shake sharply and look into his eyes with a heavy breath and eyes full of fear. The man waits for two seconds before he puts the gun against her chest and releases one more electric wave. Darren and he kind of like watching the way Helene shakes in seizures with heartbreaking shouts, and her body gets soft powerlessly.       “Alright, I think it’s enough,” David pronounces thoughtfully and puts the electric gun on the table near the bed. “The girl is neutralized for some time.”       “I think we can fuck her now,” Darren smiles slyly, running his hand over Helene’s belly and squeezing her naked breasts under her top. “She’s got fewer clothes. So, we won’t spend a lot of time undressing her.”       “Oh, yeah, and nobody can stop us…” David runs his hand over Helene’s naked legs and touches her crotch with his fingertips. “Rose will not become a barrier for us.”       “Yeah, no Rose…”       With these words, Darren brings his lips to Helene’s little shaking lips, on which he leaves dry short kisses, while David holds her by the curves of her waist and caresses her belly with her half-open mouth. The girl whining with pity feels as humiliated as never before, being mad that she cannot get away from the men, who decided to use her against her will.       “God, how long will all of this be happening?” Helene wonders. “How much will I have to get through? If this torture isn’t gonna end, and nobody can save me, I wanna die right now. I can’t take this anymore. It’s unbearable.”       Helene moves her eyes to the ceiling and keeps crying bitterly, while David and Darren kiss and caress every part of her body, thinking only about their own comfort and pleasure. But when Darren runs his hands over her thighs and wants to take the shorts off her, the girl barely finds the strength to hit her offender on his groin with her knee, striking him off the bed to the floor and making him wince strongly from pain in his ankle that turns kind of unnatural.       “Ay, fuck, my foot!” Darren shouts, rubbing his ankle energetically.       “Fighting is worthless, you will not run away from us anyway,” David says confidently with an evil smile, fighting Helene hand in hand.       “I will not stay here, I WILL NOT!” Helene squeaks. “YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME!”       “Calm down, Marshall, you have lost early.”       “NO WAY!”       Helene grabs the pillow and presses it tightly to David’s face for a few seconds, making him suffer from a lack of air. But later, Darren comes to help him out, striking her from the bed to the floor with just one hit of the fist against her jaw. And when she gets up sharply, almost falling due to the weakness in her legs, and tries to run away somewhere, the man catches her quickly, grabs her rudely by the hair, brings her to one of the walls, and hits her strongly against the wall with her forehead, hearing that she screams from the pain in her head. Then Marshall gets a few hits in the face in a row, feeling that it starts burning. This time, Darren prevents all her attempts to hit him back and gives her much more heartless hits on her whole body, which is super weak due to the hunger and all the acts of beating she has gotten through.       “STOP, ENOUGH!” Helene screams heartbreakingly.       “Bitch, we will teach you to listen!” Darren throws rudely and gives Helene a couple of slaps in the face. “TEACH! YOU WILL ASK FOR A FUCKING PERMISSION JUST TO BREATHE! YOU WILL BE AFRAID TO DO THIS WITHOUT US!”       “PLEASE, STOP! PITY ME!”       When Helene wants to go aside, Darren runs after her and hits her head against the wall again in anger, not paying attention to her hysterical shouts.       “Hey, Watson, electric gun!” David orders.       “Got it!” David exclaims, grabs the electric gun, and gets up from the bed.       “LET ME GO!” Helene keeps screaming. “DOGS! LET ME GO! DON’T DARE TO TOUCH ME!”       STOP MAKING US ENRAGED, BITCH!” Darren roars with widely open eyes and squeezes Helene’s throat with both hands. “STOP!”       Some kind of magic helps Helene move Darren’s hands off her throat. Then she fights with him hand in hand for a few seconds and gets a couple of hits on her face. She does not notice that David comes to her from behind determinedly, puts the electric gun against the curve of her neck with an indifferent face, and holds the button to release the electric wave. This time, Marshall has to shake in seizures and rack her cords for much longer, not being able to resist. And when the man lets go of the button, the girl rolls her eyes with a quiet moan that can barely be heard and starts falling to the floor like a stone since her legs get sharply weak. David catches her at the last moment, and the girl’s body gets absolutely soft in his arms. She closes her eyes and falls into the infinite darkness, stopping to hear and realize something.       A tense silence settles in the air for two seconds, during which David and Darren breathing heavily and being a little tired look at each other and Helene falling into silence sharply. Her head and arms are moving freely in the air. They are expecting that they will have to fight with the girl again because she fell into an uncontrolled hysteria and tried so hard to defend herself from the harassment by the horrible people.       “I guess she’s passed out,” Darren assumes thoughtfully, looking at Helene from head to foot and putting her on the floor slowly.       “I think so,” David confirms, moves some strands of hair off Helene’s face, and claps her slightly on the cheek. “Marshall… Marshall! Can you hear me?”       “The girl’s fault, huh.”       Darren raises one of Helene’s eyelids and then both of them, looking at her dead eyes frozen in the static position.       “She shouldn't have screamed and resisted.”       “Well… You’re right, huh. In this situation, we wouldn’t have fucked her.”       “Anyway, that’s cool, we thought of hitting her with the electric gun.” Darren runs the back of his hand over Helene’s cheek. “To be honest, I’m fucking done with fighting with her.”       “Oh, yeah, Garfield, I’m tired, too.”       David puts two fingers on the curve of Helene’s neck, on which she has two bright red spots after the electric gun was used on her.       “Kinda alive. I can feel the pulse.”       “Wow, I didn’t think the electric gun would be such a cool thing!” Darren notices cheerfully, runs his hand over Helene’s belly, and puts it on the sunken part of it, pressing on it slightly. “It worked like magic!”       “We can fuck her quietly now. Nobody’s gonna scream and beg us to pity her.”       “Yeah…” Darren pronounces with the heat. “Finally…”       Darren grabs the unconscious Helene under her knees with one hand and grabs her by the waist with the second hand, gets up to his feet, and carries her soft body to the bed, on which he puts her carefully.       “I can’t wait to know if Ron and Luther were right about her being so good.”       “And I suggest we don’t waste time,” David insists, raises Helene’s top, and runs his hand over her naked belly. “We should do everything before she wakes up.       “Huh, when she wakes up, we’ll be in the middle of the way,” Darren smirks, running his hand over the front of Helene’s thighs and the inside of them. “And the gal will be able to do nothing.”       “Anyway, while she’s out, I feel much quieter. I wanna fuck her, not catch her.”       “Relax and enjoy the moment, Watson! When Marcus would give us one more generous gift and let us do anything we want to the young, beautiful girl?”       “You’re right, buddy, let’s have fun. Of course, I’m sorry about ruining the girl’s life, but as they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.”       After turning Helene’s head sharply on himself, David brings his lips to her relaxed lips to kiss them with pleasure, pull them, bite them, and lick them. Darren raises the lady’s top much more and pays attention to her flat belly, which he caresses with his hands and covers with short kisses. Both of them look absolutely relaxed because the girl is lying on the bed unconscious and not reacting to their actions.       “Ar-r-r, fuck, she’s fucking good…” Darren growls with enjoyment, covering Helene’s neck generously with short kisses and biting some areas of the skin on it. “It’s even itching in my pants!”       “Marcus is too generous to us!” David exclaims, runs his fingertips over Helene’s navel, leaves a couple of kisses on her belly, and opens the fly on her shorts. “We don’t deserve this beauty… We don’t deserve this reward…”       “I’d even jump with a parachute for this reward.” Darren starts squeezing Helene’s breasts intensively with both hands and stimulates her cowered nipples with his thumb. “I shall owe him forever.”       “As Luther and Ron said, it’s a wonderful slut.” David spreads Helene’s legs slightly and caresses her crotch with his fingertips. “The slut you don’t need to pay a lot of money so she spreads her legs for you.”       “You noticed it right!”       First, Darren raises Helene’s top much more and squeezes her naked breasts, but then he easily takes this cloth off the unconscious girl and throws it aside.       “Her boobs are really cool!” David smiles smugly, running his fingertips over Helene’s nipple with the thought that tension is growing in his groin. “They aren’t too big, but that’s something you can hold.”       “And kiss…” Darren pronounces blissfully and leaves a few kisses on Helene’s breasts with a quiet moan and sucks her nipples a little.       “Yea-a-a-ah…”       David rolls Helene onto her back with one easy movement and runs his hands over her perfectly straight back, while Darren moves some of the girl’s hair aside to open the view.       “Do you understand it’s ours now?” David asks and runs his hands over the curves of Helene’s slim waist. “Ours, buddy!”       “Not quite…” Darren pronounces in a little hoarse voice, lets his hands slide over Helene’s back, and takes off her sneakers, which he throws aside. “But I’m a paradise…”       “It’s not a paradise yet.” David runs his hand over Helene’s legs and massages her ankles tenderly. “We’re gonna be in a paradise now.”       David takes the shorts and the knickers off Helene’s thighs slowly but confidently with a sly smile, leaving the unconscious girl absolutely naked. That’s why Darren and he hold their breath unconsciously, their hearts start beating faster, blood rushes to the groin, their pupils dilate sharply, and their widely open eyes look closely at the dark-haired beauty lying on her stomach.       “Fuck, I’m really out…” David says in a low voice, caressing one of Helene’s buttocks tenderly. “We’re getting closer to the sweetest thing.”       “Her ass is fucking good, too!” Darren notices and slaps Helene on another buttock. “Even if she should pump it up a little.       “C’mon, this beauty is good for fucking anyway!” David runs his fingertips over Helene’s crotch and the back part of her thighs. “The most important thing is that the dick gets into her smoothly.”       “We will check it now!”       With these words, Darren gets up from the bed and wants to open the fly on his jeans and let them down. David takes an example from him and wants to do the same. But they stop because they hear someone’s steps that get closer and louder. And two minutes later, Elijah runs into the open room as a meteor, and the men turn on him sharply.       “Fuck, guys, why’s the fucking door open?” Elijah resents loudly. “Do you want the gal to run away from here? Are you fucking crazy?”       “Calm down, Hartley, don’t be so nervous,” Darren raises his head proudly with a sly smile. “Everything is under control.”       “Aha, enjoy it,” David pronounces and goes aside so Elijah sees what they want to do now.       Elijah moves his eyes to the naked Helene lying unconscious on the bed and looks at her surprisingly from head to foot.       “M-m-m, got it…” Elijah nods with a mysterious smile. “So, you’re gonna have a party here…”       “We are!” David exclaims. “The stories of Ron and Luther a bout fucking this cutie seduced us. We wanna try such a generous gift from Marcus.”       “Alright, no protests!” Elijah raises his hands in front of himself. “When you want something, you must not hold yourself down.”       “Hey, bro, come here and join us!” Darren suggests, clapping Elijah on the shoulder. “Let’s have a threesome here. Fuck the gal in all the holes.”       “Yeah, Elijah, get your aggregate out and get ready to get it into this cutie!” David encourages.       “Thanks, men, but I think I will not do it,” Elijah refuses.       “Huh?” Darren surprises. “What do ya mean you will not do it?”       “What’s wrong with you, dude?” David surprises. “You just look! A naked gal is lying in front of you! Young, beautiful, sexy…”       “Yeah, but I hired a prostitute for money and had a lot of fun with her yesterday,” Elijah says thoughtfully, putting his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans.       “Who cares? You can fuck girls every day! There’s nothing wrong with it!”       “Pardon, guys, I’m out! Maybe next time. And today you have fun with her since you came.”       “You rejected it for nothing!” Darren throws gloomily. “We’re fucking overwhelmed by just a couple of kisses. After a slight touch to her tender skin.”       “I believe you. I will check it later.”       Elijah moves his eyes full of interest to the unconscious Helene.       “Though her naked ass is really impressive… I’d like to massage it with my fingers so badly.”       “You haven’t seen her boobs!” David replies cheerfully. “You’re gonna get high from pleasure while caressing them!”       “C’mon, buddy, go!” Darren encourages, pushing Elijah to the bed. “You just look at what kind of beauty Marcus gifted us!”       “Oh, guys…” Elijah sighs tiredly.       When Darren brings Elijah closer to the bed, they get stuck on the naked body of the unconscious Helene, which makes them feel a slight tension in the groin, breathe heavily, and feel a fast heartbeat.       “Ar-r-r, you’re assholes!” Elijah growls quietly. “I said I’m out!”       “C’mon, stop resisting like a girl!” Darren smiles slyly, comes to Helene, and squeezes her buttocks intensely with his fingers. “Look at her ass! Look what a beauty! Whoa, whoa!”       “The girl is out and can do nothing yet,” David notices and runs his hand over the naked back of Helene. “So, we can do anything we want to her.”       “Okay, okay, you won!” Elijah gives up, exhaling sharply and relaxing his shoulders. “Let’s see if the gal is really good.”       Elijah comes much closer to Helene and runs his hand slowly over her skin, noticing silently that her skin is super soft.       “M-m-m, she’s got such soft skin… It’s like I run my hand over silk fabric…”       “So, do ya feel it’s hard in your pants?” Darren smiles mysteriously.       “C’mon, man, join us!” David makes a calling gesture. “The girl will suck all of us by one! Not knowing it!”       “Fuck, why is it always so hard to resist a beautiful naked girl?” Elijah wonders, sitting on the bed and starting to caress tenderly Helene’s buttocks and thighs. “You can hold yourself down from smoking and drinking, but you can never resist a naked ass and big boobs.”       “Ass and boobs don’t excite impotents only!” David exclaims. “But if you feel you’re about to have your fly broken, you can be happy ‘cause you’re healthy.”       “Can’t disagree…”       While Elijah, Darren, and David caress the body of the unconscious Helene together and look at this with admiration, they do not notice that Marcus also enters the room in a quick step, thinking the girl managed to fool his people and escape.       “Guys, what the hell?” Marcus resents. “Why’s the door open? Where is the fucking gal? What the fuck are you…”       Marcus falls into silence sharply when he sees his three accomplices, who stop doing what they are doing and move their eyes to their boss.       “Oh, Mr. Longbottom…” Elijah pronounces a little hesitantly.       “Oh, I thought the gal had escaped,” Marcus exhales slowly. “I wanted to kick your asses…”       “Don’t worry, Mr. Longbottom, everything is under control,” David says with his head proudly raised. “The gal will not run away from us.”       “Aha, we’re gonna have some fun with her,” Darren confesses, glancing at the naked Helene. “Play with this wonderful gift that you gave us.”       “M-m-m, that’s how…”       Marcus comes closer to the bed and looks at the unconscious Helene with interest, while she is lying on her stomach with no clothes, surrounded by the three men, who look at her with hungry eyes.       “She is much more gorgeous when she’s naked than when she’s in clothes,” Darren notices, caressing Helene’s buttocks and squeezing them tenderly.       “I apologize, but why is she unconscious? Did you inject something into her?”       “Nah, we just hit her with the electric gun a little,” Darren confesses.       “Electric gun?”       “Marshall resisted so hard, screamed like a hysterical lady, and tried to escape. So, we had to release a couple of electric waves through her body and a much more powerful one that knocked her out.”       “Be careful, don’t kill her! I still need the gal!”       “Don’t worry, Mr. Longbottom,” Elijah says confidently. “If you don’t hit the head or heart, you can’t kill the person with an electric gun. In the worst case, she will just be unconscious for some time. No more.”       “I remind you again, do what you want to her, but don’t dare to kill her. I shall do this when I think it’s time.”       “It’s going to be alright, sir,” David says, massaging Helene’s buttocks and clapping on them slightly. “Helene will not die before you think it’s her time.”       “Take a note! Otherwise, I shall hang you by the balls.”       “We got it, sir.”       Frowning slightly, Marcus keeps looking at Helene with a little flirty look for a few seconds, while Darren and David enjoy the way they caress her whole naked body.       “So, are you going to fuck her?” Marcus smiles mysteriously.       “Aha, Luther and Ronald have already tasted this cutie – so, we want it, too,” Darren replies.       “Listen, guys, are your phones with you now?”       “Yeah, I have mine,” David shrugs.       “Me too,” Elijah and Darren repeat one after another.       “Take some photos of this cutie for me, while she is like this,” Marcus says. “Naked.”       “M-m-m, are you thinking of the same thing I am?” Elijah smiles slyly.       “I haven’t played on Peter’s nerves and told him anything about this cutie for ages. So…” Marcus runs his hand over Helene’s back and claps her slightly on her buttocks. “May the boy enjoy his naked girlfriend.”       “We are going to do this,” David confesses. “Fix the mistake Ronald and Luther made.”       “The guys just were too busy! Don’t be mad at them. Looking at this naked baby, you may get total amnesia.”       “We absolutely agree with you,” Darren replies cheerfully, rolls Helene’s body onto her back, and caresses her breasts with rounding movements. “Resisting this dolly is impossible.”       “She must be happy she’s gonna give much pleasure to several men in the near time,” David adds and runs his hand slowly over Helene’s belly.       “I advise you to hurry up,” Marcus crosses his arms over his chest. “What if the girl wakes up now, while you caress all the parts of hers.”       “It’s just a little!” Elijah exclaims, caressing Helene’s cheek, raising one of her eyelids, and looking at her dead eye set into the distance and her narrowed pupil. “But actually, I wasn’t going to touch her. These idiots seduced me.”       “But judging by your happy face, you don’t regret it at all,” Darren laughs slyly, running his fingers over Helene’s pubis, around her labia, and running them into the female vagina to rub her clitoris a little.       “I don’t actually mind caressing her, but I will fuck her somehow next time.” Elijah raises both of Helene’s eyelids and moves some of the strands of her hair off her face. “So to say, I will make pleasure longer. I don’t like to get everything at once. It’s not interesting.”       “You’re an idiot!” David throws gloomily and leaves a few kisses on Helene’s lips. “But we will fuck her here and now!”       “Do this!” Marcus encourages determinedly, caressing Helene’s breasts with circular movements with his fingertips. “While Elijah and I watch this kindly, and help you take a lot of photos and videos. Don’t you mind helping me? Yeah, Elijah?”       “With pleasure, Mr. Longbottom!” Elijah nods confidently. “May the guys have fun, while you and I picture this.”       “Oh, maybe you picture the naked girl not just lying motionlessly!” David suggests. “Maybe you picture us fucking her!”       “Then we can pick up the best photos and videos and send them to Peter,” Darren adds. “So he can enjoy. And understand that the girl doesn’t feel bored.”       “M-m-m, you’ve got so much brain, guys!” Marcus smiles smugly, caressing Helene’s cheek tenderly with his thumb. “Since Peter wants proof of Helene Marshall’s betrayer, your idea may be good for us. He will have no doubt that the gal is not loyal to him.”       “And she does not feel boring as she is taken hostage ‘cause she fucks men, while he doesn’t see,” Elijah adds.       “Exactly!”       “So, let’s not waste time and start our party right now?” Darren suggests, runs his hand over Helene’s belly, and massages her breasts with the same hand.       “Yeah, caress her a little longer and fuck her by one?” David adds and leaves a few short kisses on the curve of Helene’s neck. “If she wakes up, we can hit her with the electric gun again. Nothing will happen.”       “Hey, we can hit her a little right now!”       Darren takes the electric gun from the table, puts it against the curve of Helene’s neck, and holds the button for two or three seconds to release the electric wave through her body that shakes in seizures. Then it gets sharply soft and keeps lying motionless on the bed, while the girl is still unconscious. Just in case, David puts two fingers on the brunette’s neck to check her heartbeat. When he feels pushes that are irregular but slight, he smiles slightly at his friends.       “It’s okay!” David says. “We can continue the party!”       “Let’s go, man!” Marcus exclaims cheerfully. “Start the show that would be no less unforgettable than our torture of Peter. I want to see the humiliations of the girl with my own eyes.”       “Our pleasure, sir!”       “First, let’s just take some photos of her from all sides,” Elijah suggests, taking his smartphone from the pocket of his denim jacket. “Like this now and roll her then.”       “I’m gonna be masturbating on her photos when I want sex,” Darren promises, taking his phone too.       Marcus gets a lot of pleasure from what’s happening, opening the bottle of water that he has been holding all this time and starting to drink it slowly. Meanwhile, Elijah, Darren, and David take some photos of the naked, unconscious Helene from all sides: her face, eyes, breasts, belly, and her genitals. Then David easily rolls the girl onto her stomach and does the same thing along with his friends, not hiding how much pleasure they get from this.       “We got awesome pictures!” Darren pronounces with enjoyment, viewing all the shots he has taken.       “And the videos are good!” David exclaims.       “Send me everything you’ve gotten,” Marcus says. “I will pick up something and send it to Peter today.”       “Today?”       “Yeah! Why would I waste time? The boy must not relax! He lived a too sweet life for one week and didn’t think of anything bad.”       “You'd better know what to do,” Elijah replies. “And we will be happy to do any of your orders.”       “Keep going, guys, don’t stop. Give me as much explicit content as possible. I will be sending all of it little by little. Every day. So, Peter chokes from anger.”       “Ar-r-r-r, babe, I can’t wait to feel my dick in your ass,” Darren growls quietly and caresses Helene’s buttocks with his hands after he puts his phone on the table and gets on his knees in the bed, while David does the same.       “C’mon, make us crazy!” David exclaims, raising Helene’s hands above her head, running his hands under her armpits and over the curves of her waist. “Make us feel an orgasm so our eyes get out of our sockets.”       Elijah starts taking photos and recording videos after David and Elijah cover Helene’s back and buttocks with kisses and caress them together, not hiding that they get more excited every second. When they roll the girl onto her back at some moment, one of them kisses her lips, pulls them, bites them, and licks them, while another pays attention to her flat belly and the curves of her waist.       “Oh, babe, you’re good as fuck!” Darren moans with enjoyment and covers generously Helene’s neck with kisses, while his fingers squeeze the lady’s breasts tightly in passion.       “Don’t worry, we will do our best for you not to feel pain,” David promises in a low voice, setting himself between Helene’s legs that he spreads aside and covering the inside of her thighs with short kisses. “You won’t get blood, either. Since you’re so sweet and obedient, we will do this.”       “Of course, we’re sorry about having to hit you, but you gave us no choice.” Darren raises Helene’s eyelids and looks at her dead eyes, caressing her cheek with a free hand. “If you behave quietly next time, we will let you remember and feel everything.”       “And I’m personally not sorry that it’s literally a rape.” David runs his hands over Helene’s belly and leaves a few kisses around her navel. “And nobody will punish us for that. Because you will die soon. And you will say nothing to anyone.”       “The fact that we’re gonna have an opportunity to fuck you many times makes me so happy,” Darren adds, running his hand over Helene’s abdomen, sliding to the front of her thighs, reaching the inside of them, leaving a couple of kisses on them and her pubis, and stimulating her clitoris intensively. “Oh, yea-a-a-a-ah… Wow…”       “Your lips are so sweet and tender,” David notices and brings his lips to Helene’s lips for a continuous kiss. “M-m-m… Yeah…”       At some moment, the criminals even use the electric fun to torture Helene, getting short or long electric waves through her body, looking like they are charmed as they watch every single muscle of hers tense to the strong shake and feeling an uneven heartbeat on her neck and wrist.       “Fuck, this is the best day of my life!” David exclaims happily, running his hand over Helene’s flat, relaxed belly, squeezing her breasts tightly with his fingers, and running his fingers around her nipples. “I didn’t think I’d have so much fun, not caring about some foreplay, dates, and other shit that men spend time on to make a girl melt and agree to let them fuck her hard.”       “Yeah, pleasure may have no limits if you fuck off your shyness,” Darren replies with the heat, raising Helene’s eyelids with his fingers and looking into her eyes closely, while he holds her face by the chin with his second hand.       “Besides, we don’t wanna hurt her on purpose.” David takes the electric gun lying near him and releases a short wave through Helene’s body, putting it against the area under her breasts. “Our goal is just getting rid of tension.”       “No pain on purpose…” Darren smiles slyly as he looks into Helene’s dead eyes, seeing that her pupils dilate sharply during all the short electric waves she gets in different places under her breasts. “No pain…”       “Listen, I’m gonna have my fly broken because of you!” Elijah exclaims, not stopping to take photos or record videos. “Stop licking and caressing her with so much pleasure!”       “Picture this, Elijah, picture this,” Marcus encourages, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you guys, bring the case to an end. I can’t wait to make Peter mad.”       “Well, since I’m closer to her, I think I’ll get into her first,” Darren suggests, putting his hands on Helene’s abdomen.       “Deal!” David agrees and kisses Helene on the corners of her mouth multiple times, holding her under the breasts with one hand. “I will caress her for much longer. And then you and I will change our positions.”       “Okay!”       David keeps covering Helene’s face, neck, décolleté, and breasts with tender kisses, sucking the skin in some areas and her cowered nipples, and caressing all these areas with his hands. Meanwhile, Darren gets up from the bed with a sly smile, opens the fly, drops his pants down with no shyness, and sets himself comfortably between the unconscious Helene’s legs spread apart. Both of them keep using the helplessness of their victim with no shame before the eyes of Marcus, who watches what’s happening with the same interest as someone may have for a movie, and Elijah, who records short videos and takes pictures. And he keeps doing this when his friends change their positions and keep mocking the poor girl, whose soft body shakes slightly, depending on what they are doing to her.       

***

      Natalia, Anna, and Raquelle aim to stay together, while their men have to do their business. The girls came together at Terrence and Raquelle, where the owner came back after a visit to the vet doctor for another procedure for Sammy, who feels much better physically after the knife wound he got. Even though they feel too bad now, they do their best to make the doggy feel a little better since he is worried about his owner, who everyone has been looking for for a few days, and literally feels that her situation is much worse than they can imagine.       “Sammy feels much better,” Raquelle says quietly, petting Sammy sitting next to her on the head. “His wounds will be gone somewhere in one week. But now he gets ligations and has them treated with antiseptic agents. Trying to make sure he doesn’t lick and scratch it with his claws.”       “Just something good,” Natalia replies thoughtfully, scratching Sammy under his face, while he looks at her with eyes full of sadness. “He survived, after all.”       “My God, it’s been four days, but there is no news yet!” Anna notices in despair, sitting on the sofa in the living room next to Natalia and Raquelle. “The police can’t find any tracks of Helene and her kidnappers.”       “And I have no idea of where to find her,” Raquelle sighs heavily. “Can’t imagine where those scums took her away and what they’re doing to her.”       “And whether we’ll see her again,” Anna adds. “What if Marcus didn't bluff when he said we could really say goodbye to our friend.”       “So, Peter ran into him but didn’t get anything out of him?” Natalia specifies.       “Alas, that man refused to explain something. He just started to shower the men with dirt as if they’re the evilest guys in the world that wanna get rid of Pete.”       “I wish he wouldn’t succumb to these provocations and fight with his friends,” Raquelle expresses hope. “Peter should’ve understood something after the case of Helene, whose betrayer hasn’t been proved by Marcus yet.”       “I wonder if he means what we hid from the guys or something else?” Anna frowns slightly.       “Yeah, but now does Marcus know that?” Natalia throws his hands up. “What if he actually knows nothing but acts like his secret may make Helene the worst person in the world?”       “I dunno, girls…” Raquelle sighs heavily. “But thank God, Rose understood that he was tried to be turned against Marshall. He started to doubt.”       “What if Marcus showers her with mud again? What if he starts sending some messages to Pete to dirt our friend’s name? And do his best for him not to believe in our friend’s innocence.”       “I don’t exclude it. Moreover, I’m sure that this story is getting more tangled. So, we must be ready.”       Sammy whines quietly with pity, and Anna pets his head softly, while the servants working at this house go from side to another.       “Maybe, we should tell the guys the truth?” Anna asks hesitantly. “Let them know that Helene has some secrets.”       “But we promised Helene to be silent!” Raquelle recalls. “We promised to give her a chance to tell everything.”       “Yeah, but… What if she doesn’t have this opportunity anymore? What if those scums kill her, after all?”       “No, Anna, don’t say that!” Natalia protests, stroking Anna’s hand.       “Actually, we can just talk to Edward, Terrence, and Daniel,” Raquelle suggests. “Drop a little hint instead of explaining everything.”       “Or better be silent. I don’t think it’s a good time to talk about it. The most important thing is to find Helene healthy and alive. And we will deal with her secrets later.”       “Anyway, I don’t feel good about hiding the truth from the guys,” Anna confesses. “They deserve to know everything.”       “Let’s give Helene a chance to confess everything and just confirm everything in the end,” Raquelle suggests. “And Peter will decide if he can accept it. The guys will decide if their friend deserves her.”       “I think Rose doesn’t care what she’s hiding anymore,” Natalia says thoughtfully. “He just wanna see Helene alive and healthy.”       “Until Marcus starts washing his brains again. I mean, he’s already begun, judging by the dirt he is showering the guys with.”       “Oh, girls, it all drives me crazy…” Natalia sighs heavily, running her hands over her hair. “I’m going crazy ‘cause we only have to sit and wait. Because the police can do nothing.”       “The only hope is that Elijah’s neighbors can catch him in the apartment where he is registered,” Raquelle replies. “The police can pack him, take him to the station, and make him confess everything.”       “There’s a little hope on it. That man is gonna be hiding all the time like a dog that did a bad thing. And if he gets caught magically, he will deny everything.”       Sammy barks quietly.       “My God, I’m even afraid to imagine how Helene is suffering now,” Anna says in a little shaking voice with wet eyes. “What are those scums doing to her, while nobody sees? What if they put her under some terrible torture?”       “Honestly, it doesn’t make me feel quiet, either,” Raquelle puts her hand on her heart. “If those men brought Peter to a half-alive condition for two or three hours of his captivity, what has happened to Helene for four days?”       “Yeah, they treated me well when Michael held me in his house for four days,” Natalia recalls. “They fed me, allowed me to go to the bathroom… They didn’t beat me, didn’t rape me, thank God…”       “Knowing that Marshall is taken hostage by one of the most dangerous criminals of the 80s and the 90s, we can expect anything. He can come up with such terrible tortures for her that we didn’t even see in our nightmares.”       “And she can’t avoid them,” Anna adds. “Nobody can help her if nobody knows where they’re hiding her.”       Sammy makes a quiet whine full of pity, while the servants going not far from them glance at them with eyes full of sadness and then keep talking about something with anxiety on their faces.       “Quiet, quiet, Sammy, don’t whine,” Raquelle pronounces softly, petting Sammy’s head.       “And Peter’s gonna have to perform on the show tonight in this condition,” Natalia notices.       “The guys suggested they reschedule the concert, but he refused categorically,” Anna replies. “But there’s a high chance that Pete will not perform brilliantly. Knowing that he failed all the rehearsals.”       “I hope Terrence, Daniel, and Edward have the strength to save the show together,” Natalia expresses hope. “Even if they’re too depressed and emptied.”       “Yeah, they’re worried about Helene and have to watch Peter not to let him do any stupid things,” Raquelle replies.       “Well, they’re doing this more or less well. Though Peter’s condition makes us seriously worried. He may break down at any moment. And if something horrible happens to Helene, we can say goodbye to him. He will not need this world without him.”       “We’re doing everything we can. If he talks a lot to us, he will feel a little better. Remember that we’ll always be near to help.”       “We should remind him of this all the time,” Anna notices. “It’s really important to Peter. It’s important to him to know that he’s surrounded by people who won’t betray him. You know that he’s got great trust issues.”       “I wonder if Mr. Johnson’s words about some blocked memories could be true?” Raquelle frowns slightly, putting her finger on her lip. “What if there’s something that Peter prefers not to talk to anyone about and not to remember himself?”       “Who knows, Raquelle…” Natalia pronounces thoughtfully. “But I think everyone’s got something they wanna forget forever. Something that makes them ashamed or hurt.”       “Honestly, I thought Peter really changed,” Anna confesses. “That he let everything go and was really as brave and confident as he was several months ago. But now Rose is acting like nothing has changed.”       “Even if there’s something, Pete will tell us everything early or late. Why would we make him speak if it hurts the man?”       “Yeah, but if we don’t know what hurts him, we’ll never have a chance to help the blond come to himself,” Raquelle notices. “Maybe, we hurt him again, not knowing it, when we do something. Maybe, some of our actions or words break him.”       “Natalia’s right, friend,” Anna replies shyly. “Peter will tell us everything if he wants. Yes, we all really wanna help him, but force has never led to anything good.”       “I know, girls, but something tells me we should find it out as soon as possible. Otherwise, it may be too late to help Peter.”       Sammy barks quietly in approval.       “You see, even Sammy agrees with me.”       “Oh, girls, it’s important, of course, but our main goal is to find Helene,” Natalia recalls. “Everything depends on her. We have no power over him that the girl has.”       “What can we do?” Raquelle shrugs, sighing heavily. “Nothing! But to pray about her being alive and healthy.”       “She probably counts on us so badly…” Natalia assumes with sadness in her eyes. “She’s waiting for us to come for her.”       “We will come. Shortly after we catch her track.”       “Oh, gosh, when will everything end?” Anna wipes tears under her eyes carefully.       Sammy whines with great pity, looking at the girl with sympathy.       “Oh, okay, Natalia, Anna…” Raquelle pronounces thoughtfully. “Let’s do something not to go crazy.”       “Maybe, we should go to visit Mrs. Marshall?” Natalia suggests. “When we wanna drive Sammy home.”       “By the way, Mom and Dad sent me a message this morning and asked me to give them the address of Mrs. Marshall,” Anna confesses. “They said they wanted to visit her and support her.”       “When will they go?” Raquelle specifies.       “I don’t know, but today, for sure.”       “If we meet them at the home of Helene’s grandmother, I will be so happy to see them,” Natalia confesses.       “Hey, Natalia, do your parents know about Helene, too?” Anna specifies.       “They do. And they wanna visit Mrs. Marshall someday.”       “Just like my grandma and aunt…” Raquelle says thoughtfully.       “Then, let’s go to visit her right now? What do we do while the men are having a concert?”       “Maybe, eat and drink something?”       “Thanks, but food gets stuck in my throat,” Natalia refuses.       “I’m not hungry, too,” Anna shakes her head.       “Agree,” Raquelle exhales sharply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m worried, too.”       Sammy barks quietly as if he says he is not hungry, either.       “Sammy’s too…” Raquelle yanks Sammy softly by the ears. “Mrs. Marshall says he doesn’t literally eat anything and has been less active lately. He lies in his corner all day long.”       “No wonder, he’s experiencing a strong stress due to his owner’s disappearance,’ Natalia notices.       “It makes sense to hold on for him and Mrs. Marshall,” Anna notices. “They need our support like never ever.”       “It’s gonna be hard, but we have to,” Raquelle concludes. “No matter how bad we feel, we have to put ourselves together and not to let ourselves fall into dark thoughts.”       Natalia and Anna say nothing and just look at each other with sadness in their eyes, and one puts her head on the shoulder of the other at some moment. Raquelle moves closer to them and takes her friends in her strong hug, while Sammy presses himself to the girls, asking them so hard for attention and care, and showing that he is missing his owner, who has to get through terrible things and be surrounded by those who consider her a toy and play with her in any way they want.