Fights back

But before he can make a move, Amara bites down hard on his neck, sinking her teeth into his flesh.

The actor lets out a loud roar, pulling away from her. Blood gushes from the wound, staining his collar. He looks at her with a mixture of shock and anger, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You little bitch!" he shouts, raising his hand to slap her.

The actor's hand comes down hard on Amara's face, the sound of his palm hitting her cheek echoing through the room. She cries out in pain, her eyes watering as she feels her cheek start to swell. The other men in the room watch with a mix of shock and excitement, their eyes glazed over with pleasure as they continue to touch themselves and each other.

The actor raises his hand to hit her again, but this time, she is ready. She ducks and dodges his blow, her instincts taking over as she tries to escape.

The actor's hand comes down again, but Amara dodges it, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The other men in the room, fueled by their own twisted desires, close in on her. The director grabs her arm, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he spins her around. The others follow, their hands grasping for her like vultures. Within seconds, all six of them have her surrounded, their faces twisted with a mix of anger and lust.

The first punch comes from the actor, his fist connecting with her stomach with a sickening thud. Amara doubles over, gasping for breath as the others join in.

The director grabs her arms, holding them behind her back as the actor unleashes a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision and ****. The other men in the room close in, their faces twisted with a mix of anger and lust.

The actor's punches slow, and he steps back, his chest heaving with exertion. The director releases Amara's arms, and she falls to the ground, gasping for breath. The men in the room close in, their eyes gleaming with excitement.