The scene inside froze George for half a second, while Leo made a screaming sound.
Kendra lay sprawled on the bed, half-dressed, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Dean was across the room, setting up a camera on the dresser, his expression a little panicked but full of defiance when he turned and saw them.
"Welcome to the party." He said laughing out loud.
"You sick bastard." Leo didn't wait for an explanation. He charged at Dean and swung, his fist connecting squarely with Dean's jaw. The camera crashed to the floor, shattering on impact. Dean stumbled back, clutching his face. Leo swung again, this time sending Dean to the ground.
Once he had recovered from the shock, George quickly rushed to Kendra, pulling the blanket up over her. She was conscious but barely, murmuring incoherently as she tried to focus on his face.
"You're safe now," he said quickly, checking her pulse before turning to Leo. "Stay with her. Don't let him move."
Leo's eyes flashed with fury as he lifted Dean off the ground and pinned him to the wall. "If you move, you're not walking out of here."
George didn't waste another second. He bolted out to the opposite door, room 109.
As he neared the door, he heard a sound, of a man moan out loudly. His stomach dropped.
"Lydia!" he shouted, as he kicked the door open.
The scene inside made his heart sink, and fear rushed over him.
Lydia was on the bed, her blouse torn, and her hair disheveled. Mark was leaning over her face, frozen mid motion, traces of lipstick on his face which was now draining of color.
"You son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you." George shouted as he stormed in.
Before Mark could react, George lunged. The punch landed hard, sending Mark stumbling backward, from the bed, into the wall. George grabbed his shirt, slammed him again, fury burning in his eyes.
"What did you do to her?" His voice cracked with rage.
Mark tried to mumble something, but George shoved him down and grabbed the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around Lydia. She was conscious now, barely, her voice trembling.
"George?" she whispered weakly, her eyes darting in confusion.
He exhaled shakily. "I've got you, Lydia. You're okay now. You're okay."
George picked up Lydia, who was wrapped in the blanket, his expression softening as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're safe. I promise."
Mark groaned from the floor, trying to move, but George kicked the chair toward him, sending him flat again. "Stay down," he hissed.
Outside, the faint sound of sirens began to wail through the night air.
George held Lydia tighter, his chest heaving. "It's over," he whispered. "You're safe now."