You call Frank

The phone rings twice before a gruff voice answers. "Yo, who the fuck is this?" the voice demands.

"It's me, Frank," you say, your voice steady and confident. "I need your help with something."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of shuffling in the background. "What do you need, man?" the voice asks, his tone suddenly more interested.

"I have a little problem that needs to be taken care of," you say, your voice low and menacing.

Frank's tone changes, and you can sense a spark of interest on the other end of the line.

"What's her name?" Frank asks, his voice now laced with a hint of curiosity, knowing exactly what you need of him. You glance over at Skylar, who's still cowering in her seat, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she's trying to hold back.

"Skylar," you respond, your eyes never leaving hers. Frank lets out a low whistle, and you can almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

"Ah, the actress," he says, his tone dripping with amusement. "Same treatment as always?"

You nod, even though Frank can't see you. "Yes," you respond, your voice firm and resolute.

You start the engine, the sound of the car roaring to life echoing through the quiet night air. Skylar doesn't say a word, her eyes fixed on you with a mix of fear and pleading. You ignore her, putting the car in gear and pulling out of the parking lot.

As you drive, you can feel Skylar's eyes on you, but you don't look at her. You're focused on the road ahead, your mind racing with thoughts of what's to come. You know Frank's trap house is in South Central, a seedy part of the city that's best avoided.

As you pull up to the house, Skylar's eyes widen in fear. She looks at you, her expression pleading, but you just shake your head. "You signed the contract, Skylar, I get to decide what is the best way to discpline you when you get out of line" you say, your voice cold and unyielding. "You have to do this."

Skylar's lower lip trembles, but she nods, her eyes filling with tears. You can see the fear in her eyes, but you push it aside. You have a job to do, and you're not going to let her ruin it.

You get out of the car and walk up to the house, Skylar following behind you. The music blaring from the house is a cacophony of bass and drums, making your ears ring. You can see a whole bunch of hookers, **** dealers, and hood rats walking around, some of them giving you dirty looks as you approach. You ignore them and make your way to the front door, Skylar following close behind. You knock on the door, and a few moments later, it swings open to reveal a large, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek.