Isabella refuses, and Vargas visits her the next day.

Isabella's heart pounded as she considered his offer. The thought of retribution, of making those who had violated her suffer, was a siren call. But as she looked around the town square, she thought of not just the faces of her tormentors, but also those of the innocent. Families, children, bystanders caught in the crossfire of a potential massacre. She shook her head.

"No," she whispered hoarsely. "I won't have a massacre. No more innocent blood on my hands."

The agent nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of respect and pity. "Very well. Valdez will be informed of your decision."

He continued to fuck her throat, then pulled back, and began fucking her ass instead, before returning back to her mouth and blowing a thick load of cum into her throat. After he was finished using her body, he gave her one last, sad glance before disappearing into the night, his figure soon swallowed by the shadows. She was now alone again. A part of her wanted to call out to him, to ask him to stay, but she held her tongue. She needed to be strong, to endure this ordeal and emerge victorious. She couldn't afford to appear weak, even to a sympathetic ear. For her, the path to redemption lay not in **** but in resilience, and that meant facing her tormentors head-on, without the threat of **** hanging over them.

The next day dawned, and Isabella's ordeal finally ended.

Vargas and some other men arrived, freeing her from the pillory. He looked at her, a mixture of pity and contempt in his eyes. “Consider this a lesson, Presidente. A drop in the ocean of suffering your regime has brought upon your people.”

They dumped a bucket of water over her, an icy deluge that stung her skin and left her shivering, but she was grateful for any chance to clean the layer of stickiness that covered her entire body. A ragged dress was thrown at her feet, a cruel parody of the fine clothes she once wore. As she struggled to dress, her hands shaking with exhaustion, Vargas watched her coldly.

Isabella felt a spark of defiance flare within her. She held her head high, meeting Vargas's gaze with her own.

“I could have had everyone in this town slaughtered," she said, her voice low and steady. "I could have had your heads on pikes, their bodies burned in the streets. But I chose not to. I chose mercy, not because I am weak, but because I am strong. Strong enough to resist the easy path of ****.”