I gulp.
Black Eyes stares.
I gulp again.
"And there are two ways you can help. You can either cooperate and do it the easy way or fight and do it the hard way," Nose Ring tells me.
"Do what, exactly?"
"He's going to fuck you."
I nearly faint. My vision is blurring as the panic totally engulfs me.
"He's what?" I ask.
"He's gonna fuck you. See, he needs to bang a random chick and you just happened along," Nose Ring informs me.
Shit. Oh, God. This is so bad. So, so bad.
"I don't think my husband would be okay with that, and honestly, I'm not that type of girl," I tell them truthfully.
"You're a little young to be married, aren't you?" another one of the girls asks. This one is fucking scary. Her hair is black as night and she's got a hardened look about her.
This is not going to end well. I know what's going to happen. I can't accept it. I can't.
"We waited until we both were eighteen," I answer.
"High school sweethearts?" she asks.
I nod. "Yes, but more like life-long sweethearts. We met when we were eight."
Why am I telling them this stuff? I'm stalling. Yes, that's good. Keep stalling.
"This is a great little romantic tale, but it's late so let's just get to it," Black Eyes says.
He grabs one arm and pulls me forward. I fall onto my knees when one of my heels breaks off, my purse falling along with my pepper spray and phone.
"Please don't," I say softly.
"I think I'm going to like your begging," Black Eyes tells me.
I close my eyes.No. Nonononononono. No!
I fight. He's too strong. Before long, he's lifting my dress and ripping my panties off while holding me down with his weight.
I beg. He laughs. Scary Chick laughs.
I know what's going to happen and it's going to be brutal.
I fight. He hits me.
I fight some more and he punches my face.
I fight harder, trying to kick my legs, trying to punch him. I manage to claw his face when he tries to subdue me. He lifts my head then slams it onto the asphalt. He does it again. I'm seeing stars. I can't breathe as my panic attack escalates into a place I've never been.
I struggle for breath. As I do, I feel myself drifting.
I fight again. Scary Chick kicks me in the side—again and again and again.
