I knew it."
"Get up, raise your hands up and don't move an inch." He ordered, his gun pointed at her.
She stood up slowly dropping her gun on the floor, her hands raised.
"So I guess you really are beautiful as they say you are." He touched her cheek. "Such a pity you have to die a lousy death." He remarked.
"Stop playing with the victim, and let's find Marcel." The second one with the scarred face walked up to them.
"Now, you are going to show us where Marcel Davidson is, and don't waste our time." He pushed her.
"I don't know where he is," she confessed.
The scarred-faced guy hit Vanessa on her back, and she fell on a metal box, sustaining a slight injury on her forehead.
He squats on the ground, holding Vanessa's face up."Don't play me with me, girl, start moving."
She managed to get up.
"How exactly am I supposed to stop them both without my gun?" She looked behind her. "If I try anything now, my head will probably be blown off. I need to think."
