Lily's POVMy hand burned. My face burned. Every fibre of my being on alert. My bloodied hand strained to reach the broken shards of glass I'd been holding onto a few minutes earlier, one which I'd used to knick one of the big men in the side. That had been a bad idea because it just got me hit and slammed into the wall. Then the floor next. I couldn't breathe. Tears and blood had mixed together somewhere in my throat and prevented me from echoing a cry for help. My dress was ripped, the animals had practically torn it off of me. They had already ravaged me with their eyes on the first sight and now, they had their hands on me. One lay on top of me caressing my face with his grimey hands while the other worked his way up my thigh. I squirmed, kicking my feet as much as I could, hitting a firm body. He grunted before grabbing my legs, pinning them to the floor. I could feel the urgency in the next movement. The ripp
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