William's grin seems to stretch wider, his eyes glinting with a sick satisfaction at Evie's humiliation. "Oh, we are just getting started, Miss Frye," he said, his voice low and thick with enjoyment. His gaze shifted from Evie to Caleb who stood in petrified silence. "Now, let's see what the lad has been hiding, shall we?" he cooed, his tone nasty and mean. It left a bitter taste in the air, and Evie steeled herself for whatever came next. Caleb's face fell at the businessman's words, his eyes wide with fear and bewilderment. "W-what?" he stammered, his gaze bouncing from William to Thomas to Evie. "Oh come off it, boy," William snapped, a cruel smirk on his face. "You heard me. Strip!" With a deep inhale, as though sucking in any remaining shred of dignity in that wretched room, Caleb began to undress. His hands were shaking slightly as he tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His cheeks crimson with embarrassment. His fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, clumsy in their haste. He quickly loosened it and then let his trousers pool around his ankles. He instinctively thrust his hands downward, trying to mask the telltale bulge in his underwear. Despite knowing the reason for his arousal, embarrassment washed over him. It made his already flushed face an even darker shade of crimson. He was mortified, praying under his breath that no one had caught sight of his body's involuntary reaction.And he knew this was only the beginning of his own torment. This was but the first step in a more harrowing walk of humiliation that these men intended him to endure.