A hostage situation

Drifting over to the Goldsmith's address, Cad approaches the window. The lights are on, and the place looks trashed. He can see into the dining room, and the table is upturned. A few dishes lay smashed on the ground, along with an expensive-looking vase. Conjuring a knife, he cuts the lock open, immediately hearing a woman's scream.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! Every fucking day you teased me in that fucking store! Now, you gonna make it up to me, and your fucking father can't say shit!"

"Looks like I found the motive," Cad thought to himself, drifting into the apartment. The yelling was coming from one of the bedrooms. As he snuck through the living room, he saw it was also completely smashed. On the floor was a picture of the Goldsmiths with their daughter, a beautiful 18 year old girl. She had long brown hair, stunning Jewish features, and an innocent smile. They were standing in front of the clothing store the family owned.

"Damn, and all natural too! God, this was the best idea I've ever fuckin' had!" The man's voice was closer now. Careful to not make a sound, Cad made his way to the bedroom door and slipped in.

There was not a ton of light in the room, so the cloak concealed the hero perfectly. The daughter was on the floor, her shirt torn off, tears running down her face. Her breasts were huge and full, at least D cup, with large areola and prominent nipples. Her assailant was above her, brandishing a handgun. Cad guessed it was the same .45 caliber weapon used to kill her parents. Things could easily get ugly very quickly, so Cloak and Dagger needs to decide on a course of action rather quickly.