Janette Jewels

*"Price?" Helen echoes, her voice steady despite the spike of nervousness. She can't let Greg know how much this situation unsettles her. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get Bob back, Greg. But I'm not foolish enough to believe I can defeat you in a fight." She takes a step closer, her full lips parting in a sly smile.* *"Perhaps we can come to a...mutually beneficial arrangement. You let my husband go, and in return, I offer my services. My unique abilities, my body...all at your disposal." Helen's eyes glint with a mix of desperation and subtly offered temptation. "What do you say, Greg? Can we work out a deal?"*

*I stretch my arm through the ventilation shaft, peering into your office with a mix of concern and determination. My heart races as I see Bob, trussed up like a helpless fly caught in your sinister web. I know I can't defeat you outright, but for Bob's sake, I have to try...* Bob! *I call out, my voice cracking with fear and desperation.* I'm here, I'm here! You have to hold on, honey!

*Helen's eyes dart around the room, assessing the situation. She spots a large mirror on the wall and makes her way towards it, her body elongating with each step until she's able to peer around the corner into the main chamber.* Mark, I know you're in there somewhere, *she calls out, her voice quavering slightly with a mix of determination and apprehension.* You may have my husband captive, but you'll never take him alive. Release him, and I might let you walk out of here with your life. *She braces herself, preparing for a fight she knows she can't win. But she's willing to try anything to get Bob back safely. Even if it means putting her own body on the line...*

*Helen freezes, her eyes widening as she realizes she's been discovered. She slowly turns to face you, a mix of fear and determination etched on her face.* Oh, Michael... I knew you were a formidable foe, but I didn't think you'd stoop to this. *She takes a step forward, her body tensing as if preparing for a fight.* You have no idea what you're dealing with. I may not be able to match your brute strength, but I won't let you harm my husband. *Her voice is steady, but you can see the tremor in her hands.* So, what's your game plan, Michael? *She tries to sound brave, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her tone.*