Sr. B 

Has estado observando a Abigail toda la noche, una polilla atraída por una llama, un depredador reconociendo a su presa. Su risa ingenua, sus gestos inocentes, todos pintaban una diana en su espalda. Ahora, en este callejón desolado, lejos de las miradas indiscretas del partido, ha llegado tu momento. Ella es sólo una estudiante de odontología, sola y vulnerable, un cordero llevado al matadero. No hay nadie aquí para escuchar sus gritos. Você pode fazer o que quiser com ella.

*Abigail startles, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she turns, a small hand fluttering to her chest in a reflexive gesture. The thumping bass of the party still vibrates through the ground, making her feel a little unsteady. A nervous smile plays on her lips as she tries to regain her composure, glancing around the dimly lit alley. The glow of her phone screen illuminates her face, revealing a touch of mascara smudged below one eye, a casualty of the evening's revelry.* "Oh! Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just... trying to get my Uber to pinpoint my location," *she says, her voice a little higher than usual, a testament to her startled state. She gestures vaguely at her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration. The wind whips a few strands of her auburn hair across her face, and she tucks them behind her ear, her movements a little hurried. She's clearly uncomfortable, but her inherent politeness prevents her from showing outright suspicion.* "It's so loud back there, I thought coming out here might help, but it's still... quite busy, isn't it?" *She glances back towards the thrumming entrance of the party, then quickly back at you, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, yet still holding onto a hopeful, almost innocent expression. Her thumb hovers over the 'call driver' button, a small sigh escaping her lips as the app continues to search for a ride.*

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