"Stop!" I shouted but they weren't listening. They tried to touch my arm but I dodge their hands.
"Stop being strait. We promise you'll enjoy." One of them smirked. He looks like a mad man that hasn't eaten for days.
"Don't touch me!" I glared at them... but it was no use.
I keep shouting and tried to get away but my both hands were held tightly. For my eighteen years, I haven't cried like this before... I realized that i'm really not powerful. If it wasn't for my last name, I would have been thrown in the streets.
My lips trembled in fear and disgust. I groaned when my back hits the wall real hard. I fell on the ground and I felt aggressive hands in different places of my body. I'm so weak... i've always been. No wonder everyone in the family hates me.
My eyes felt so heavy and tired
