Pearl whimpered in pain when she was kicked in the stomach by a steel-toed boot, blood spurting out of her mouth.
She crumbled down to the dust and glass-covered floor of the warehouse, her vision turning dark at the corners, and fought desperately to stay awake.
"Wonder how much he will give us for her." One of her captors said with plain excitement in his voice as someone slowly walked around her, surveying her curled-up form.
"Nothing if you keep hitting her like that you brainless moron." Sneered the second of the four and received a growl in response.
"A bullet to the head seems reasonable for an i***t like you," joked the third with maniacal little giggles.
"Will you three sh.ut the f**k up and let me think?!" Roared who she assumed to be the leader and the others fell silent.
