Back at the warehouse, the girls sat in a small circle on the cold, dusty floor. A single bulb dangled from the ceiling, casting a dim, flickering light that made the room feel even more eerie.Emma rose slowly, brushing the dust from her jeans.“I’ve been thinking about this again and again,” Emma began, her voice calm but firm. “And I believe our best chance to escape comes when we cook their food.”The other girls turned to look at her. Some appeared surprised, others curious. A few leaned in, eager to hear what she had to say. Emma took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she continued.“We are the ones who prepare all of their meals,” she explained. “They trust us with the kitchen, and they allow us to cook without watching too closely. That is the only advantage we have. So this is the plan—we make the food just as we always do, but this time, we mix poison into it. Once they eat it, they’ll be out of the way. Then we can figure out how to get out of the warehouse. Tha

She leaned back into her seat and gave them a small nod.“Can you please proceed on the things that led to your long-lasting marriage?”“Laughter keeps love light. Life can be hard, but laughing with your partner can make even bad days feel better, as it helps both of you relax and enjoy the moment. Couples who laugh together often feel closer because laughter can ease tension and make a relationship more enjoyable. It can also help you get through arguments or periods of stress, whether by watching a comedy or sharing a simple joke. These moments of laughter create happy memories that bring you closer, reminding you that even when life feels serious, your relationship can still be a place of joy, comfort, and fun,” Mr. Howard said."That's good. Can you please proceed to the other things that helped you?"“Saying ‘I love you’ is a small thing that means a lot. It reminds your partner that you still care and that you continue to choose them every single day. These three words can brin

“Don’t try this, Emma,” Allesandra pleaded again, her voice more serious than before. “Please, don’t do it. Just tell them you’re no longer interested in the plan. We can look for another way out together. Your life is worth more than this, Emma. You’ve survived too much already to throw it all away. What will you gain if you die? What’s the point of proving anything if you’re no longer here to finish what you started?”She was visibly shaking now, both hands trembling as she tried to hold Emma back from doing something reckless.She paused for a brief moment, looking Emma directly in the eyes, and then slowly placed one hand on her shoulder.“Please,” she continued, her tone softer now, filled with emotion. “Please, listen to me. Just think this through. That girl is not trying to help anyone. She’s trying to use you for her own gain. Can’t you see that? She’s not more than a devil in disguise. She wants to tear everything apart just to satisfy herself. Don’t give her the satisfacti

Louis couldn’t speak. The injury had taken so much blood from him already. His breath was short and shaky, and every attempt to talk only ended in a painful gasp. His chest rose and fell as he struggled for air, barely managing to keep one of his eyes open. Through the haze of pain, he stared at Jenna Myers. Jenna’s hands trembled slightly as she took a step closer, her eyes wide with concern. She looked at him, then glanced around the room as if hoping help would appear on its own. “I don't even think that's important,” she said quickly, her voice shaking slightly. “You are losing so much blood.”Without wasting another second, Jenna dropped to her knees beside Louis.. She leaned over and gently began to remove his shirt, trying to expose the wound on his stomach without causing him more pain. The moment the fabric pulled away, revealing the deep, gushing injury, she let out a sharp scream, unable to hide her fear and shock.“What the fuck is this?” she said aloud, her voice fille

She kept continuing until a full minute had passed, her mind locked onto the subtle movements of Louis’s breathing and the shallow brush of air against her cheek. When she was sure the sixty seconds were over, she slowly pulled back, her hand still resting gently near his shoulder . Her eyes remained fixed on his chest, watching the careful rise and fall.“He took seventeen breaths,” she whispered into the phone, her voice soft and filled with worry, like she was afraid speaking too loudly might tip the balance.“Seventeen breaths in a minute…” the dispatcher repeated, pausing briefly before continuing. “Alright, that’s on the low side, but it’s still within a safe range for now. You really did great, Jenna. Thank you for staying with him and keeping calm. Now, I need you to check if there’s been any change in his skin color or temperature. Take your time and look carefully at his face, his lips, and his hands. After that, I want you to gently press one of his fingernails. Hold it fo