"Please, help me. Get me out of Pedro's house. He kidnapped me..." Anna's voice broke, choked with tears. Her heart was pounding, hope rising behind her fear. Was this a way out?
Pedro was curled up on the plush leather sofa, his body limp, his eyes bleary. Empty wine bottles were scattered around him, clear evidence of a night filled with booze. The lively and noisy atmosphere of the nightclub could no longer hold his attention. Only Anna's image continued to haunt him.
"Mr. Pedro, it's late. We should go home," said his assistant, a burly man named Carlos. "You've had too much to drink."
Pedro snorted, "I'm not satisfied yet." He reached for the remaining bottle of wine, trying to pour it into a glass, but his hands were shaking. "Anna... She has betrayed me. Why would she do that? What am I lacking?"
Carlos sighed, "Perhaps Miss Anna is jealous, sir. You've been too busy with Miss Richa lately."
"Jealous? She has no right to be jealous!" Pedro shouted, "I love her. I love her more than anyone else."
"Sir, perhaps you should be honest with Miss Anna. Tell her what happened. Maybe she will understand." Carlos tried to calm Pedro down.