"That's good, that's good..." Mr. Finch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hastily agreeing several times.
"The woman inside," Trenton Smith said calmly, "she's yours to play with for a week. As long as you don't kill her, do whatever you want. If something happens, I'll cover for you." He looked at Mr. Finch, smiled faintly, "I know you have some special hobbies, I hope you enjoy yourself."
Mr. Finch was taken aback for a moment, a bit slow to react.
Trenton Smith had already looked away and was walking out without any expression.
Mr. Finch rubbed his hands together, entering the dungeon with a bit of nervousness.
The dungeon's iron door was open; the drug Angela Banks had administered was taking effect, and her whole body was somewhat feverish.
Leaning against the wall, she hazily watched Trenton Smith, who had just left, come back again...
He walked over, embraced her, then pressed her down onto the ground.