**Chapter 3: The First Confrontation**

Maya's eyes never left Victor's face as he loomed over her, his chest heaving with exertion. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical presence on her skin. Her indifference was starting to crack, but she refused to give in to fear or panic. She lay there, her body rigid, her eyes fixed on Victor's face, waiting for him to make his next move. Victor's face twisted in a snarl, and he reached out to grab her wrist. Maya tried to pull away, but he held fast, his grip like a vice. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. Maya's eyes flashed with anger, but she didn't back down. She didn't struggle or try to escape. She just lay there, her body tense, her mind racing. The sound of her own heartbeat was the only thing that seemed to be increasing, a slow drumbeat that echoed through her chest. Victor's grip on her wrist tightened, and he began to pull her towards him. Maya's resistance began to falter, and she felt a surge of fear. She didn't want to give in, but her body seemed to be moving of its own accord. As Victor dragged her across the room, Maya's gaze locked onto Leo, who was watching her with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She felt a surge of adrenaline, and her body began to respond. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. The indifference that had served her so well for so long was beginning to crack, and Maya felt a wave of panic wash over her. Victor threw her onto the bed, and Maya landed with a soft thud. She lay there, her body rigid, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then, she turned her head, her gaze locking onto Victor's. He was standing over her, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes glinting with excitement. Maya's eyes seemed to bore into his, a silent challenge that Victor couldn't ignore. He sneered at her, his eyes glinting with cruelty, and Maya felt a spark of defiance ignite within her. She didn't move, didn't try to escape, but her mind was racing. She was thinking about how to get out of this situation, how to protect herself. The men were taking turns, their voices hushed as they spoke to each other. Maya's eyes flickered to Leo, who was watching her with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She felt a surge of fear, but she refused to give in. She lay there, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Victor's face, waiting for her chance to strike back. Victor moved closer, his eyes glinting with excitement, and Maya felt a surge of adrenaline. Her body began to respond, her muscles tensing as she prepared for the worst. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but she knew she had to protect herself. In a moment of frustration, Victor forced her onto the bed, and Maya's indifference began to crack. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, and her body began to respond. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She was no longer in control, and she knew it. As Victor's body covered hers, Maya's resistance began to falter. She didn't want to give in, but her body seemed to be moving of its own accord. She lay there, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Victor's face, waiting for him to make his next move. The game had changed, and Maya's indifference was slowly giving way to fear. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on, didn't know how much longer she could resist. But for now, she lay there, her body tense, her eyes fixed on Victor's face, waiting for her chance to strike back.