Page 4 of Stiletto's Savior

“Get off me!” I scream, but it’s just noise.

Another man steps forward, a grin splitting his face.

“It’s time for us to have some fun, sweetheart,” he says, eyes glinting with malice.

“Please! Don’t!” My voice trembles.

His hands are rough as they grab my shoulders.

“Shut her up,” the first one barks.

The second guy pushes me down, pinning me against the floor, his weight crushing me.

“Stop! You don’t have to do this!” I plead.

“It’s too late for that,” he sneers.

I squirm, trying to twist away, but it’s no use.

“Hold her!” he commands.

“Get her clothes off,” the tattooed one says, stepping back to watch.

“Let go of me!” I thrash, but their hands are everywhere—ripping fabric, tearing at skin.

“Yeah, keep fighting,” one of them chuckles darkly. “Makes it more fun.”

Fingers claw at my sides, pulling at my shirt, my jeans.

“Stop!” I cry, but the words die in my throat.

“She’s feisty,” another laughs, and they all join in.

“Just enjoy it. I bet you’ve never had a man have his way with you.” The first guy leans closer, breath hot against my ear.

“Get off me!” I kick out, but they’re too strong.

“Can’t have you ruining our good time."“

Their laughter echoes, a sick symphony in my ears.

“Please... please...”

But they don’t listen.

It’s chaos now.

Hands everywhere.

Pain blurs into darkness.

“Stop!” I scream, but the world is slipping away.

I can’t fight anymore.

Every blow, every touch feels like fire.

“That’s right,” one taunts, “scream for us.”

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