Ara reluctantly allowed Jenny to press the gun against her lower back, guiding her towards Helen and the house. Helen, the older woman, wore a sinister smirk on her face. As Ara stepped into the foyer, she was greeted with a harsh slap, causing a warm sting to spread across her cheek. The gun pressed against her back trembled, and Jenny let out a small gasp before pressing the barrel back into Ara. Ara despised the sensation of the gun digging into her spine, but she understood its necessity as Jenny's grip tightened on the weapon.
"That was completely uncalled for," Ara remarked, gently touching her cool fingers to her tender face, suppressing the urge to cry. She knew she needed to remain focused, composed, and maintain her trust in Jenny and herself if they had any hope of escaping thi
