Rafael’s POV “What happened?” I asked Natalie’s friend, Fello, over the phone, trying to suppress the fury in my voice as I drove recklessly through the streets. Fello replied between sobs, fear evident in her trembling voice. “I don't know. She started acting strangely, and now we can't make her leave the dance floor. And... and...” She hesitated, as if struggling to say what came next. I yelled impatiently, “What is it, Fello? What happened?” “Some... there are some men trying to take her to one of the rooms,” she said. “Fuck.” “We tried talking to the security guards, but they weren't very helpful. They said they can't interfere while the girl is doing this of her own free will,” Fello said before breaking into loud sobs. “Please, Rafael. Come as soon as you can,” Rebecca's terrified voice came through the speaker. She paused for a second before adding in a broken voice, “I'm afraid you'll be too late if you don't.” Her words made me push the car even faster. I couldn't com
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