Antonio hesitated, his eyes softening for just a second before he shook his head. "No. I just know I can't let you get hurt." But Courtney wasn't sure she believed him anymore. She tried to argue again, but the guards had already stepped in, gently but firmly taking her to another room and securing it. She pounded on the door, feeling a mixture of frustration and worry. After a moment, Antonio appeared in front of her again. "Once the fight is over, you'll be free," he said. "You're really going through with this!" Courtney asked from inside the room. Antonio glanced at the door briefly, nodding. "I have to." Courtney sighed closer, her voice softening. "Just... be careful, okay? And make sure you follow the plan. Damon isn't someone to take lightly." Antonio's gaze softened for a moment, sensing her concern. "I will," he assured her, his tone steady but with an edge of sincerity. Courtney hesitated, then spoke again, this time amidst tears. "Promise me, Antonio. Don't do anything reckless. Promise you will come back to us." He was silent for a while. He doesn't know his fate or if he will survive this, but promises will make her feel better. "I promise." He replied. "Thank you... can I at least give you a hug?" Courtney sobbed. Antonio gave a sign for the guards to open the door for her. As soon as the door opened, Courtney wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Just come back," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't lose you too." Antonio froze for a moment before he gently returned the embrace. "I'll come back," he promised softly. "No matter what." When Courtney noticed he returned the embrace, she cried loudly and hugged him even tighter. When they pulled apart, there was a flicker of emotion in Antonio's eyes that Courtney hadn't seen in a long time. She wondered again if maybe, just maybe, something was returning to him... memories, emotions, something buried deep. Antonio made his way to the exit door while Courtney watched, swimming in tears like a mother sending off her only child to the war front. As Antonio reached the door, he paused, sensing Courtney's lingering gaze. He turned back to her, his hand resting on the doorknob. "I'll be fine, Courtney," he said, offering a small but reassuring smile. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and Courtney stood there, her heart heavy with unease. She leaned against the door, listening to the fading footsteps, and whispered to herself, "Please... just be safe." In the dark room, Angela was pushed down onto the concrete floor, her wrists bound behind her, the blindfold slipping just enough for her to make out the horrifying scene before her. Damon, standing completely naked, smirked with cruel satisfaction, while a young Asian woman knelt in front of him in a cat stretch pose, whimpering and trembling with a collar around her neck, clearly in distress. Sores of torture marked her pale, soft skin, torn with fresh scars. Her tear-streaked face was horrifying, and the bounce of her body with each ram of Damon's shaft caused her breasts to slap hard against the floor. Angela's eyes widened as she recognized her immediately. "Hinata." Angela gasped. Hinata could tell that the voice was familiar but was unsure who. Someone who knows her name in this place. She raised her head and met Angela's eyes. A stream of tears rolled down her apologetic face. Angela saw beyond herself in Hinata; unlike her, Hinata had very pale skin that made her flesh easy to tear. Damon pulled out of her and grabbed her ankles, pulling her towards him before pushing his cock into her pussy and thrusting deeply. Rough and hard without any mercy. His palm slapped her pale butt so hard it was as red as her face while the rest of her body was like a ghost. He began to pound her pussy at full speed, reaching up to wrap his masculine hand around her neck so tightly she could hardly breathe. She choked loudly as he lightly cut off her air. "Stop it!" Angela yelled, disturbed by Hinata's condition. She is going to die if he continues this way. Damon smirked and tightened his grip on her throat, pulling back for a final thrust and ramming into her hard. His cock head penetrated her cervix and went all the way into her womb as he filled her. He pulled out, leaving her panting heavily while Hinata lay on the floor, twitching with her eyes drained of life. Angela's face was filled with tears, even though she had no connection with Hinata. No one deserves to be treated this way. "Don't be sad, you will be the next to taste it. After all, you must have missed it so much, Angela," Damon said, his voice dripping with mockery after he noticed her crying. "What are you doing, Damon? She is weak! You will kill her! You murderer!" Angela shouted with arched brows. Damon raised a thick brow. "How brave you've become. And you are the one to talk... didn't you handle more than this, and you enjoyed every inch of that brat's cock," he replied and smirked. Angela lowered her gaze, embarrassed by the call-out. Damon pulled Hinata back to her knees, in a doggy position, about to continue his lewd game. "Antonio was a victim too," she murmured eventually. "You are right. He will join us soon, I missed the taste of his tight hole. He will make a submissive pretty boy.... I have always wanted him by my side as my male bitch, but the brat was too stubborn to submit." "Disgusting fool! Antonio will never submit to you!" Angela spat out. Damon laughed. "You know, I thought Antonio would come running when I abducted his Japanese girlfriend, but perhaps I got the wrong woman." His eyes gleamed with malice. "So that's why I had to take you too." Angela's heart raced, but she forced herself to respond, her voice steady despite the fear. "Antonio... doesn't care about me anymore. He's lost his memory, Damon. He won't even know I'm gone. He will not be here because you are holding me captive. Let us go... you have done enough already. You took Grandma and Jace away from us! Let me go! Antonio doesn't care, he is no longer a threat, he lost his memory! Besides, he had no idea you abducted me." Angela snapped angrily. Damon's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled darkly. "Oh, he knows," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I sent him a text last night. Told him we'd be waiting. Let's see how long it takes him to save you... for now... enjoy the scene until it's your turn." He pulled on Hinata's long hair so hard and continued using her as a pleasure toy. "Fucking loose, bitch... even your second hole is loose." He fist-pounded her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soon, her mouth open but no sound was heard, only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. "See how you took it all... that's why I love fucking men... you bitches aren't worth any shit... but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls." Hinata was on the edge of giving up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help. Angela couldn't watch. It was horrible.