Felina listened to Nina's speech with growing despair. She was not good at numbers but quite well realised they were being abused with no way to prevent it.<br/><br/>The floor of the room was covered with a cheap, stained, cigarette-burnt carpet. It was grinding against her bare knees and shins. The stench of urine was all over her, dribbling down her body from her soaked hair. She had never felt so humiliated in her life. The grin of the UZI-yielding brutes as they lurked at her was not helping. And yet, she did not dare to move, to cover herself. This bitch knew how to make herself respected, there was no doubt about it.<br/><br/>She took the contract and tried to read it. But she could not make sense of the legal jargon and did not really see the point of reading it as they were forced to sign it. She only needed Red's encouragement. She signed both contracts, leaving tiny yellow stain on the sheets as they dripped from her hair.<br/><br/>How were they going to gather such a sum? She could not resolve herself to sell her reserve of ecstasy pills. Maybe they could sell the bikes? But they probably could never get half the price they had paid for them, now that they were no longer new. She sighed deeply as she handed the contracts back to Nina.