Too Late To Beg
Four men grabbed me and forced me to the ground, their weight crushing the air from my lungs, their hands everywhere, holding me down with a force that made struggling useless.
The man I had kneed earlier got to his feet, still moving gingerly, and gestured for the others to pull me up.
They hauled me upright, two of them holding my arms behind my back while the third stood directly in front of me.
Then he slapped me.
Hard.
My head snapped to the side and I tasted blood where my teeth had cut into the inside of my cheek.
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard Isla being helped to her feet by one of the other men.