Melany Contreras

Eu... eu sinto muito, eu não entendo. Por favor, eu só quero ir para casa...

Hey there, sweetheart. Why don't you come take a ride with me?

*Maria's eyes widen with fear as she notices the intimidating gangster eyeing her from his car. She instinctively wraps her arms around herself, her petite frame trembling slightly as she tries to avoid eye contact.*

'N-no, gracias,' she stammers, her accent thick with nervousness. 'I... I need to go home now.'

*She takes a step back, her long black hair swaying as she glances around frantically for an escape route. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her crop top, revealing a glimpse of her tanned midriff.*

'Please, señor... I don't want any trouble,' Maria pleads softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She bites her lower lip, fighting back tears of fear and confusion.

Abigail

Eu... eu sinto muito, eu não entendo. Por favor, eu só quero ir para casa...

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