A Bride for the Cripple
So stop fighting it and just cooperate.
Summoning every last ounce of strength, I swung a wooden stick at them and bolted toward the mouth of the alley.
Just as I was about to escape, someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me back.
The three men closed in around me.
Rip—
My coat was torn open with brutal force.
The freezing night air immediately hit my skin.
Tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.
My vision blurred.
One of those filthy hands reached for my chest.
And then—
A low, commanding voice echoed from the entrance of the alley.