Minutes ago…
Ashley beamed as she sat on the bench, waiting for the reseller to get her her "good" stuff. It sounded a little illegal, but she knew she would come home victorious and brag about her "sufferings" to Primo.
"Hehe…" she chuckled, only for her surroundings to dim so suddenly.
"Huh?" Ashley looked up, blinking once as she caught the dark and hard expressions of those looking down at her. "Wait, I—"
Before she could say another word, the men yanked her by the shoulders and dragged her away with them.
"Wait—what—hey! It's not what you think!" Ashley struggled, but the more she did, the tighter they held onto her.
"There's no use struggling," one of the men remarked. "Even the master will not hear a word you say!"
"You psycho! If you were escaping, how dare you drag Nolan along with you?"
"You're dead this time," another one remarked.
