"Gwen, the party's canceled for today." Zeke Chambers, the one who had smashed Phoebe Faulkner's phone, looked at the woman sitting in the main seat. "You guys can head back first. Today, I'm going to teach this little bitch a lesson she won't forget!"
The woman called Gwen gave Phoebe Faulkner a sweeping, head-to-toe glance.
"Fine. Just don't kill her." With that, the woman known as Gwen stood up, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk as she glanced at Phoebe Faulkner's face. "Anyone who's interested, stay and continue. Anyone who's not, come shopping with me."
"Alright, Gwen. Take care."
Almost all the men chose to stay.
The only ones who left were Gwen and two other women.
Phoebe Faulkner watched as the private room suddenly emptied, leaving only a pack of men, herself, and Linda, who was still on the floor from being kicked. Her heart sank. She knew this was bad.
"So, how should we play with her?" Zeke Chambers was the first to speak up.
