She tries to convince him with additional perks

Scott's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on Aeisha's trembling form. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the willingness to do anything to escape the fate that had been laid out before her. He considered her proposal for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Aeisha, sensing that she wasn't sold yet, took a step forward, her eyes locked on Scott's. "I'll sign one for my mom and grandmother too," she said, her voice shaking with urgency. "Please, just take us as slaves and don't arrest us. We'll do anything."

Scott's eyes lit up with excitement as he considered Aeisha's proposal. He took a step closer to her, his gaze lingering on her trembling form. "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I'll consider your offer, but first, I want to see the merchandise."

Aeisha's eyes widened in fear as Scott's gaze slid to her aunt's limp body on the floor. "I want to see your mother and grandmother," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice. "If they're as... interesting as you two, I might just take you up on your offer."

Aeisha's eyes darted nervously towards the door, and then back to Scott, as she hesitated for a moment before speaking. "They live... one floor above," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can take you to them."

Scott's gaze lingered on Aeisha's face, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he seemed to consider her proposal, his eyes narrowing as he weighed his options. Then, his face broke into a cruel smile, and he nodded. "Very well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Take me to them."

Aeisha's heart sank as she felt a surge of fear mixed with resignation.

Aeisha's hands trembled as she quickly pulled on her clothes, her eyes darting nervously towards Scott, who was watching her with a mixture of amusement and impatience. As she finished dressing, Scott reached down and grabbed her aunt's limp body, slinging her over his shoulder like a rag doll. "Let's go," he said, his voice dripping with malice, as he nodded towards the door.

As they stepped out into the hallway, Aeisha saw Samantha and the other women from her group, huddled together in fear. "Get back to the car," Scott barked at them, his gun still trained on Aeisha. "We'll be right there."

As they stepped out into the hallway, Aeisha's eyes darted nervously towards the stairs, her mind racing with thoughts of her mother and grandmother, who were now mere minutes away from being dragged into this living nightmare. Scott's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her towards the stairs. "Let's go," he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

Aeisha's legs felt like lead as she began to climb the stairs, her eyes fixed on the steps above her. She could feel Scott's gaze on her, his eyes boring into her skin as he watched her every move.

As they climbed the stairs, Aeisha's sense of dread grew with each step. She could feel Scott's eyes on her, boring into her skin like a cold, calculating weight. She glanced up at him, her gaze flicking to the limp form of her aunt slung over his shoulder, and felt a surge of hatred and fear.