"How exactly did this woman piss off the Miss anyway? To the point that the Miss wants to ruin her like this?"
"Who knows? As long as someone is backing us up, we just enjoy the ride. Once we get it all on camera, the video will keep her obedient."
They called the person behind this 'Miss', which meant the mastermind was young. Beatrice was in her fifties; that title didn't fit her at all.
But besides Beatrice, Riley couldn't think of anyone she had offended.
Before she could process it further, the impatient voice of one of the men snapped her attention back, making every muscle in her body go rigid.
"It's too hot. This shithole doesn't even have AC. I can't wait anymore."
"Didn't you just say a dead fish was boring?"
"I'll wake her up."
Riley heard heavy footsteps coming her way, and her heart leaped into her throat. The next second, freezing water splashed directly onto her face. Startled, her body jerked involuntarily. Her eyes snapped open to see the man pouring a bottle of water over her.
The water soaked her face and the front of her shirt. The thin summer fabric clung to her chest, highlighting her stunning curves and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The sight made the man's blood boil.
His eyes gleamed with predatory lust. "She's awake. Let's get to work."
Riley fought to keep her composure. With the duct tape over her mouth, she could only let out muffled noises, using her wide eyes to violently express her desperate need to speak.

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