#2

Samantha kept her glare on the man even as the others laughed at her threat. She didn't care about them; At the moment her tunnel vision was set on the pathetic excuse of a man in front of her with her sister. 

Her eyes widened as he shoved the muzzle of the weapon in her mouth, taking half a step forward but stopping. "No, don't!" Her voice was softer but her glare still remained. She heard the mans offer for her to keep her sister alive and her jaw dropped. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality has only about twenty seconds. Biting her lip, she slowly got to her knees. She had clenched her hands into fists with such strength, that her nails had cut through her palms and the blood had began dripping. 

The process seemed to take forever as her pride fought against her submitting. She grimaced before kissing the boot and did it fast enough to where if he wanted to kick her, he wouldn't have enough time. 

She stood up once more and returned her glare to the man, her hands trembling slightly, tears running down her face once again. She couldn't believe she had just done that in front of not only Levi and Evelyn, but in front of the young girls. It killed her for them to see her like this, and it completely tore her to pieces when she began repeating the man, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again.... I'll be a good whore for my future master." 

She gave Scarlett and apologetic look before closing her eyes and breathing deeply, trying not to break down in front of the group of thugs.