"Isn't that right," another person took a swig from the bottle, "we've done a lot of jobs, but this girl is the prettiest one yet."
The main thing is the employer is paying a lot, many times more than other jobs. All we have to do is take some naked photos of her, which is way better than doing several jobs combined.
In Melody Thorne's ears were the voices of two men talking, but she didn't move or open her eyes, continuing to play dead. She was sure she couldn't handle these two men, so she had to stay calm.
"It's been so long. Why hasn't she woken up yet?" One of them checked the time. "Why don't we strip her and start taking photos now?"
"Are you stupid?" The other person walked toward Melody Thorne. "The employer is paying so much, we definitely need to take a few shots of her awake. Just lying there like a dead fish, do you think they'd be satisfied?"
"You're right," the man turned around. "I'll go get some water to wake her up."
