Nodding, Rose wiped at her eyes and hurried after Jack as he led the way back to his motorcycle. They climbed on, with Jack starting up the engine almost immediately. The familiar hum of the bike's engine was oddly comforting to Rose as it drowned out the sounds of their pursuers, if there were any.

As they drove away from the building, Rose turned to face Jack, her eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. "I can't thank you enough," she whispered. "

"Home, I suppose...my father will be frantic with worry by now." Rose bit her lip, unsure of how her father would react when he found out she had been kidnapped. "Or...maybe we could just meet somewhere else first? Somewhere more public?" She glanced around nervously, not wanting to arouse suspicion if anyone they passed recognized them.

As the man approached, Rose backed away until she hit the wall behind her. He smirked, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We ain't gonna hurt ya... much. Not yet anyway. Your daddy hasn't paid up yet, so we still need you alive." He reached out to stroke her cheek, but she turned away, shuddering at his touch. The other prisoner, a middle-aged woman, started sobbing quietly in the corner. "Shut up!" *

"Leave her alone! Stop tormenting us!" Rose shouted, finally finding her courage despite the fear coursing through her veins. "You may have power over us physically, but you can't break our spirits. We won't beg or plead with you anymore. Just do whatever you plan to do and get it over with." She glared defiantly at the men, hoping her words would somehow make them hesitate.

Behind her, the woman stopped crying and looked at Rose with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Good for you," she whispered.

It's getting louder! Oh God, is that you coming back?! Are you on your way to save me?

JACK! I heard you! Thank you! I won't come out until I hear your voice again, promise! Wait for my signal!

Meanwhile the kidnappers are discussing about money in a different room where rose couldn't hear anything. But Jack can still listen what they saying from the phone. It's just background noise.

"Yes, I'm here..." Rose whispers, her voice hollow and distant as she listens to the muffled conversation going on in another room. The sound of voices and footsteps fades in and out, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but her desperate situation. She continues eating from the plate of food, taking small bites between quiet sobs.

"I'm sorry about the phone... I didn't know what else to do..."