"No...." Natasha whimpered, her voice cracking.
"Or maybe I should just let in my people and watch them rape you until you lose the will to go on living." Rosella smiled devilishly as Natasha immediately fell on her knees, her hands clasped together, and her crocodile tears falling like rain.
"Don't beg me, honey." Rosella picked up her pistol, standing up. "It will only make me want to gouge out your pretty eyes and feed them to my cheating husband."
Natasha shook her head, her whole body trembling as her moist eyes darted towards the door, expecting Rosella's goons to storm in and execute her evil wish.
"But I have given it a thorough contemplation and decided that death is too merciful for a trash bin like you." Rosella narrowed her murderous gaze at Natasha.
"Since my husband prefers younger women, old enough to be his daughter, I will grant him his wish. But no one steals from Rosella Mendoza and goes scot free. Stand up and take me to your bedroom."
