I stepped forward, my gaze locked onto Mary as she casually tucked her gun back into its holster, her expression shifting from surprise to something far more dangerous—amusement. She turned to Veronica, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and cruelty.
"What are we gonna do with her?"
Veronica sighed, running a hand through her hair as she studied Helen, who was still struggling against her bonds, her muffled protests filling the air. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.
"It was by accident she noticed us when we went to catch the fish in the stream. She must be from the same tribe as the man we found last night. So they must be living somewhere near us."
Mary's gaze flicked to Helen, her eyes raking over her body with a mix of curiosity and something far more predatory. "But why isn't she wearing any clothes?" she mused, her voice laced with a dark, hungry edge.
