The request

"Do you want to speak to them? Do you want them to hear your voice?" Madison looked at her.

"Yes, I want to speak to them."

"What will you say? Will you reveal your location? Oh, poor thing. You mustn't try that. If you do, I'll make sure you regret it," Madison warned.

"I want to speak to them. You can negotiate after I speak to them," Linnea insisted.

"If you start revealing the location, our deal is off. I'll torture you, and those men will rape you—one after another until you're half dead. Do you understand?"

Linnea gulped. "I do."

"Good."

Madison called Thatcher's line, but Julian answered.

"Hello? Hello? Linnea, are you there? Are you okay?" He asked, sounding worried.

Madison put the call on speaker and moved closer so Linnea could hear Julian clearly.

"Y-yes, I'm here; I'm fine for now," Linnea responded.

"For now? What's your condition? Has she been threatening you? I'm sorry for this."