4.

The room was dark, the air heavy, filled with the scent of metal and sweat. Rachel, the woman with long black hair who had once been so confident, was now tightly bound to a metal chair. The ropes around her wrists and ankles made it impossible for her to move, no matter how hard she struggled to break free.

"Let me go!" Rachel shouted, her voice hoarse but filled with anger. Her eyes widened as she tried to glare at Leo and Rafael, who stood calmly in the corner of the room. "You can't do this to me!"

Leo simply smiled, a sly grin that made Rachel even more uneasy. He stepped closer to her, crouching down so their faces were level. "Rachel," he said in a low, cold voice, "you think I don't know who you are? A woman like you, who destroys families, abandons her own child, and lives a filthy life... you deserve this."

Rachel fell silent for a moment, her eyes glistening with fear. "I... I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything!" she protested, but her voice trembled.

Leo shook his head, then stood up and stepped back. "You know exactly what you did. And now, you're going to get what you deserve."

Rafael, who had been silent until now, pulled a syringe from his jacket pocket. The clear liquid inside glinted under the dim light. Rachel struggled with all her might, but the ropes were too tight. "No! Don't do this! Please!" she screamed, her voice breaking.

Leo nodded at Rafael, who immediately approached Rachel. With a quick, skilled motion, Rafael injected the syringe into Rachel's arm. The liquid flowed into her body, and Rachel screamed, more out of fear than pain.

"What... what did you put in me?" she asked, her voice shaking. She felt something strange beginning to happen inside her. An unnatural heat spread from her arm throughout her body, and her breathing became rapid.

Leo looked at her with a cold stare. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, then turned and walked toward the door. "Enjoy your long night."

Before Rachel could protest further, Leo opened the door and called in five men who had been waiting outside. They entered with steady steps, their faces showing no emotion. Rachel felt her heart pounding, her fear growing by the second.

"Do what you need to do," Leo ordered before he and Rafael left the room, leaving Rachel alone with the five men.

***

Rachel tried to fight, but her body was beginning to feel weak and hot. The liquid injected into her was taking effect, making her feel restless and uncomfortable. Her mind grew foggy, and she couldn't focus.

The first man approached Rachel, untying the ropes that bound her. Rachel tried to resist, but her arms were too weak to do anything. The man easily restrained her, pushing her onto the metal table in the center of the room. Rachel screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the silence of the dark room.

The second and third men joined in, holding Rachel down while the first man began to remove her clothes. Rachel felt an overwhelming sense of fear, but her body began to respond in ways she didn't want. The liquid made her feel hot and restless, and though she tried to resist, her body seemed to have a mind of its own.

The first man approached Rachel, forcing her to submit. Rachel tried to turn her face away, but the man gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look at him. "Don't fight," he whispered, his voice cold and emotionless.

Rachel felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but she could do nothing. The man began to do as he pleased, while the others waited for their turn. The sounds of heavy breathing and groans filled the room, but Rachel couldn't tell if they were coming from her or the men.

Rachel tried to close her eyes, attempting to separate her mind from what was happening to her body. But every touch, every breath, every movement made it harder to escape the reality. The liquid injected into her was working quickly, making her feel like she was burning from the inside. She couldn't control her body's reactions, even though her heart was filled with shame and fear.

The first man finished quickly, stepping aside to make way for the second. Rachel tried to take a deep breath, but the air in the room felt hot and suffocating. The second man approached her with a cold stare, showing no mercy. He grabbed Rachel roughly, forcing her into position.

"Please... stop..." Rachel whispered, her voice barely audible. But the man ignored her, continuing with what he wanted. Rachel felt tears streaming down her face, but she could do nothing but surrender to the situation she couldn't control.

The third and fourth men took their turns, each in their own way. Rachel lost track of time, unsure of how long she had been in the room. The sounds of heavy breathing and groans continued to fill the room, but Rachel felt detached from herself. She tried to think of something that could give her strength, something to help her endure. But the only thing that came to mind was the image of her child, whom she had left behind.

"Forgive me..." Rachel whispered to the image of her child, as if they could hear her. She felt as though she had lost everything, including her dignity.

***

Meanwhile, Leo and Rafael stood outside the room, listening to the sounds coming from within. Leo lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag before exhaling into the air. His face remained calm, showing no emotion.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Rafael asked, breaking the silence. His voice was flat, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Leo glanced at Rafael for a moment, then nodded. "She deserves this. Women like her will only keep destroying other people's lives. I'm just giving her what she's been asking for."

Rafael didn't respond. He simply nodded and fell silent again.

Leo checked his watch. "We'll wait until morning. If she's still alive, finish her off."

Rafael nodded again, saying little. He knew Leo's orders had to be followed without question.

***

Inside the room, Rachel felt like she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. The fifth man approached her, but Rachel no longer had the strength to resist. Her body felt weak, and her mind began to blur. She felt something strange, as if something inside her had changed. The liquid had taken over her body, making her feel like she wasn't herself anymore.

The fifth man finished quickly, leaving Rachel alone on the metal table. She took a deep breath, trying to gather the last remnants of her strength. But her body no longer felt like her own. She felt an overwhelming exhaustion, and her eyes grew heavy.

Rachel tried to think of her child once more, hoping to find a little strength to hold on. But the image grew fainter, and she felt herself sinking into darkness.

***

Leo left the place, not wanting to spend any more time there. When he arrived home, he went straight to his daughter Sofia's room. The little girl was fast asleep, her face calm and peaceful. Leo sat by her bed, gazing at her with deep affection.

"Sweet dreams, my love," Leo whispered, as if Sofia could hear him. "Papa loves you so much."

Tonight, Leo chose to sleep beside Sofia, holding her tightly in his arms.

***

When morning came, Rafael entered the dark room once more. Rachel was still lying on the metal table, her body limp and motionless. Rafael approached her cautiously, checking if she was still breathing.

Rachel slowly opened her eyes, looking at Rafael with an empty gaze. "Please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Rafael sighed, then pulled out a gun from his waist. "I'm sorry," he said in a low voice, before firing a shot directly into Rachel's head.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the silent room, marking the end of a long and dark night.