In an isolated room, Charlie tied up a struggling Stacy Cruz, his masked eyes filled with lust. He slapped her bloody lips and tear-stained cheeks, demanding to know where she hid the money. She screamed for mercy, yet he revealed no signs of empathy, only twisted pleasure in her pain. Charlie pulled out a knife and menacingly cut off her shirt, exposing her trembling breasts. The taste of fear could be detected on her tongue as he kissed it, brutally forcing his tongue inside her mouth. His hands groped her roughly, leaving bruises on her sensitive skin. Stacy's cries turned into whimpers, barely audible under the intensity of the situation.
