My vision cleared, and the first thing I saw was a huge man towering over me. His lips twisted into an evil smirk. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he growled, fingers taking off his belt.
I struggled, trying to squirm out of their hold, but I was too weak. “Let go of me!”
They laughed, holding me down with all their might. They handled me roughly, squeezing against my flesh. One of them was busy cupping my breast; another was slapping my face, while one was struggling with my zipper.
I struggled, crying out, begging those perverts to stop, but they didn’t listen.
“Not so strong now, are you?”
They laughed at me, molested my body, each touch fueling my hate and anger.
They’d already unzipped my pants, and the huge guy above me was now reaching for his shaft when a loud voice echoed through the room.
“Enough!”
The men stopped, their heads turning toward the speaker. One by one, they let go of me and stepped away. The second I was free, I rushed to my feet, taking the stance of a warrior who wasn’t done fighting. However, deep down, I knew I was in deep trouble, and no amount of fighting would save me now.
The newcomer, an older man with gray hair and a well-trimmed beard, resplendent in a black tux, wasn’t alone. He walked in with about five other men, each one armed to the teeth.
His shoes scuffed against the floor as he approached me, his eyes wandering around the space. He looked at his men with raised brows, a glint of astonishment flickering in his gaze.
“She…did this to you?” he asked them, his focus shifting from one injured man to the other.
They hid their faces in shame, although the rage in their expressions wasn’t at all subtle.
He drew closer to me.
“Stay back!” I warned him, snatching a discarded knife from the floor.
“Ooh, temper, temper,” he said, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk. “This one’s got fire in her eyes. I like her,” he added, glancing back at his men.
He drew closer again.
My grip tightened around the hilt of the blade. “I swear to God, I know how to use this, and I will not hesitate to do so if you take one more step closer.”
He laughed. “Put the knife down, child.”
I locked my jaw, eyes shifting across the mean faces of the men around me.
“You fought well,” he said, taking another step further. “And I gotta admit, taking down five of my men on your own is very impressive.” He halted before me, his gray eyes boring into mine. “Now get that knife out of my face.”
I glared at him, then reluctantly lowered the blade.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and then blew a puff of smoke right in my face. “What do they call you?”
I didn’t respond, just glared at him.
“Who do you work for?”
Still not a single word.
He heaved a sigh, then rubbed his eyes. “You know what, I don’t care who you are. I know exactly what to do with you.”
At this point, my breathing was erratic, chest rising and falling as I struggled to mask my fear with fury.
“Bernard,” he called, glancing over his shoulder.
“Boss,” the big guy answered, stepping forward with his eyes pinned on me.
