His Chosen Queen Luna
I couldn’t tell whose hands were whose—there were too many, all groping, tearing at my clothes.
I felt my shirt rip. I glanced up and met eyes with one of the rogues. There was danger in his eyes as he licked his lips lasciviously. His face was covered in a thick layer of dirt. He smiled, a lewd smile, and I saw his two front teeth were missing.
I didn’t know what to do. There was no way out. I screamed, a piercing cry that echoed through the room. But they all chuckled. I started to sob, the tears running freely down my cheeks. But my cries only seemed to fuel their sick excitement.