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“Let go of me!” I squeal “Help!”

The third one laughs “Should’ve thought of that before you threatened us” He undoes his belt buckle and pulls it free from his pants “I think we need to teach you a lesson”

My eyes widen as he flicks it around “No!”

He approaches, and I continue to kick, but when he grabs s and wraps the belt around theing frohtly aroundwhore!”

I spit on his face

He punches me, and my head knocks back onto the hardwood floor

Stars float in front of my eyes, and I fade in and out

I vaguely feel soet them off

This can’t be happening It just can’t

“No one’s going to hear you now,” one of them whispers into my ear, and he shoves a stinky sock into my mouth

Rage bubbles in e his eyes out and rip his fingers off

Suddenly, gunshots ring through the room

I shriek, hoping, praying that the person who just entered will hear me and come rescue me

The rip, and I spit out the disgusting sock So ensues I make myself as tiny as possible and closeand yelling Gunshots follow, the bullets ricocheting off the walls

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three bodies flop to the floor One of the from the socket that once contained his eye

I squeal again and scrunch up ainst the wall as footsteps loom closer

The face of aaddicts who tried to use me for their own pleasure No This one … this one looks

With his dark gray trench coat and thick sunglasses, he looks like he just stepped out of a goddamn movie

And there is only one place I have seen men who look like this before

Near Marcello