She'd barely blinked as the gun went off, and it took her a moment or two further to realize she had bits of human goo attached to her body. A little shell shocked at the cruelty of the man, and yet intrigued at the same time, Sam's brain was having a hard time playing catch up. It was literally a business transaction for him. There was no human element. In the back of her brain, it made her a little more confident about what she was willing to do then. He was like many of her competitors in the business world. They saw only numbers and dollar signs. But as he examined her, she played the meek and docile young girl, even managing a tremble as the scent of the blood reached her nose. Oh god, she was going to puke on his shoes...<br/><br/>But she managed to hold it in, and refused to shiver at the coldness she saw in his eyes. And as he gave the order to be cleaned up, she could only wonder at what he wanted with her. But she remained passive as her lone guard unhooked her hand and lead her to a communal shower where she was stripped down from her clothing and pushed towards one of the stalls with a light command of to not take too long. But as she stood there cleaning, the thought of the man at the foot of her bed had her puking again, and barely able to stand upright afterward. She really needed something in her stomach. But she didn't know if she'd get it or not, so she washed out her mouth with some of the shower water.<br/><br/>"Bleh..."<br/><br/>"You done in there?"<br/><br/>"Yes...I just need a towel, please." Leaning against the wall, she tried to summon up the bodily strength to keep going. She felt as weak as a kitten. Maybe, just maybe she'd rushed into this too quickly. She was sure Rayner would love telling her 'I told you so', even if he hadn't. He never believed anyone could be as reckless as he was. If she got through this in one piece, she was not going to take a single one of these missions ever again unless she was performing at 100%, or so she promised herself.<br/><br/>As the towel was shoved through the curtain, Sam took it and began drying off. The nicely dressed man made her nervous. She thought he'd have no issue killing every single one of the captives if he thought it would save his own ass. She'd just have to make sure he didn't think that, although she had no idea how.<br/><br/>"Thank you." She peeked out from behind the shower stall. "But what am I supposed to---" her jaw dropped, the guard was holding a white sun dress that would drape over her body from shoulder to calf. The image of a virgin sacrifice popped to her mind, and she couldn't help but giggle. Really? She wasn't even sure what to say to that, but she dressed in it anyways, the fit was oddly accurate, only a little tight in the breasts. Once dressed, she wasn't even given her shoes back, but had to pad barefooted to the office of the man where she'd decided that it was likely only one would emerge.<br/><br/>Other than the nice purple and green bruise that was at her temple, and would likely give her a black eye by the end of the night, she was in decent shape if a bit haggard. Her green eyes were bright from the crying she hadn't even realized she'd been doing in the shower, and her skin was fairly luminescent from the decent scrubbing. She looked like a perfect example of a nubile young redhead.<br/><br/>"Here she is, boss." holding Sam, tightly but gently enough not to bruise, by the arm. She hadn't fought him at all, which surprised him after the incident before. "All cleaned up and pretty. Clothes were worthless, so I put her in one of the market dresses"