“ Where are we going? Roel let me go! I’m talking to you ? Where are you taking me?!” Natasha yelled for the hundredth time.

　　“ Roel…”

　　“ Roel, I’m talking to you.. let me go! Where— where the hell are you taking me God damnit?”

　　 “ Let— let go of me Roel! Let me go!!” Her screams continued as she struggled to break free from his hold. His hand clamped down ...