Chapter 33.

“Please, don't do this, Donald!”

I begged with the little strength I had left in me but he continued jerking as he wore this grin on.

“Donald, you're hurting me!”

I groaned as he tightened his grip on my neck.

He was about pushing in his middle finger inside me before the light in the alley went off and next, he heard a crashing sound.

He turned around immediately as he saw one of his friend groaning bitterly.

“Dexter?”

He got up and before he could take a step he was taken aback as he saw another of his friend on the ground.

He buckled up immediately as he hurriedly took out a pen knife.

And before he could even approach where his friends were, they were all on the ground groaning.

“How dare you?”

He growled angrily as he stepped out.

And he had his pen knife pointed out already at whoever was there.

“Oh! Here you are.”

The voice was thick and really many.

And I could tell that wasn't Peter's voice, neither Jace or even Lark.

I leaned at the wall as I pulled my gown down a bit.