"Help!!! Help— Don't touch me!" I scream in shock when one of them holds my arm and pull me to stand up.
"Let me go!" I wiggle but one of them holds my other arm. They laugh.
"Shh. You are just wasting your time." A guy in a black cap said, running his finger through my hair. "Even if you shout out with all of your lungs, no one will hear you. So, instead of shouting, calling for help, just..." He holds my chin, moving his face closer to mine. "Moan for us. What do you think?" He asks, grinning. His two companions laugh.
"p*****t!" I shrieked, and I spat on his face.
"s**t!" He roughly whirrs, wiping his face.
"Damn, boss! Are you ok!?" The guy on my left side asks him.
"How dare you spat on his face!?" The guy on my right side asks me, tightens his grip on my arm. I feel hurt.
