Arrest her

Amara's battered body, the men's clothes scattered around the room, and the look of satisfaction on your face all tell a story the detective doesn't need to be told. She cries and begs them to arrest you, her eyes fixed on you with a mixture of fear and hatred.

The detective approaches you, his eyes narrowing. "I hope you left some for us Ricky."

You smile, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course," you say, gesturing towards Amara's battered body. "She's all yours."

Amara's heart sinks as she realizes that you have bribed the police. She's in shock, her mind racing as she tries to process what's happening.

The detective nods, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, Ricky," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We'll take it from here."

The two police officers approach Amara, their faces expressionless. She tries to push herself up, but her body is too weak.

One of the officers pulls out a taser, and Amara's eyes widen with fear.

"No, please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible.

But the officer doesn't seem to hear her. He raises the taser, aiming it at Amara's chest. She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the pain.

There's a loud crackle, and Amara's body convulses as the taser hits her. She falls back onto the bed, her body wracked with spasms. The officers watch impassively as Amara's body shakes, their faces still expressionless.

Amara's eyes open wide, and she looks at the officers in disbelief. "No, please," she cries out, her voice barely audible. "You're the police, you should help me, not him!" She points a trembling finger at you, her eyes filled with fear and desperation.

You chuckle, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, Amara, you really don't understand how things work around here, do you?" you say, shaking your head.

The detective steps forward, a cold smile spreading across his face. "You see, Amara, Ricky here is a very important man in this town. He has connections and money, and we can't afford to upset him. Besides, you're just a lowly no name actress, no one will believe you over him."

Amara's heart sinks as she realizes the futility of her situation. She feels completely powerless, surrounded by men who are willing to betray her for their own gain.

The detective signals to the officers, who grab Amara's arms and begin to drag her out of the room. She struggles against them, but her body is still weak and battered from the earlier ****.

As they move through the hallway, Amara sees the same leering faces of the men who assaulted her earlier. They sneer and jeer at her, and she feels a sense of hopelessness wash over her.