...and takes the bait.

He stood before her, his erection tenting his pants.

"Well, little princess, are you satisfied yet? Did you enjoy having those cocks stretch your tight little holes?"

Isabella looked up at him, her eyes still glassy from the rough treatment. "Yes, Secretary Romero, thank you. That was amazing. I hope you like fish!"

"Fish?" He frowned, his confusion evident.

The hidden door burst open, the men within popping out upon hearing the agreed signal. They came out firing, bursts of automatic fire sending Isabellas' ear ringing as she threw herself onto the floor.

The two guards, preoccupied with zipping up their pants and picking up their rifles, disappeared in a haze of red mist.

Romero's eyes widened in horror, and he turned, his movements stiff and slow. But Isabella was faster, launching herself at him and knocking him down. She pinned him beneath her, his feeble old body no match for her youthful strength.

"How? Why?" he choked out, his confusion and fear palpable.

"Because I'm my father's daughter, you fuck!" Isabella hissed.

She unleashed upon him, raining days of helplessness and indignation upon him. Her fists pounded his face, her nails clawing at his flesh. She felt a pair of hands pull her back, and she struggled, wanting nothing more than to destroy the man who had killed her father and hurt her so.

She looked up to see Valdes, his expression calm and controlled. "It's over, Isabella. We got him. We need him alive, if we want to find the truth."

Isabella let out a cry of frustration, her body shaking with rage. She watched as the men dragged Romero away, his eyes glazed and his face bloodied.

She sank to her knees, the adrenaline leaving her body, leaving her exhausted and empty.

It was over, she told herself. She had survived. She had won.