[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
Footsteps. Outside the closet. They got closer. And closer. Then, a long silence.
The closet door sprung open. Two men aimed their guns directly at her.
One of the men lowered his rifle and grabbed her hair. He shook her head repeatedly, hitting the walls. "So this is the little rat that caused the trouble."
He pulled her out, and looked her in the eyes. "You wasted a lot of our time, you know that?"
He began slapping her. Each blow separated by words. You. Wasted. A. Lot. Of. Our Time. He kept hitting for twenty more seconds. She tried to speak. He didn't let her.
The other man standing beside spoke, "Hey, let's hear what she's got."
The slaps stopped. "Alright, speak."
She spit in his face. "F**k you."
He slammed her head against the kitchen counter. "That ungrateful bitch? What dod we do now?" he looked at the other man.
"An apology would be nice."
"Yes," the man smiled. "She owes that. Don't she?"
The man then placed her on the ground and shoved her face against his boot. "Kiss it." he said, "Say you're sorry."
"F**k you. You little b**ch." she spat.
He pushed harder with his grip tightening on her hair. "Lick it! Repent your sins!"
She gave up and started licking his boot. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." She cried, "I'm sorry, please let me go."
"I will." The man said.
***
Steffi turned it off.
He and Monica were shaken. The hope they had built vanished in the harsh reality. Steffi managed to hide it in. Monica tried to. She was visibly terrified by what she had witnessed. She turned to Steffi. "Can we sleep close to each other tonight? Just until Egon comes back?"
"Of course." Steffi took that opportunity without hesitation. "It'll be safer for both of us."