Raven's POV
I'm hurled onto the ground the moment we enter the motel room, my body hitting the stained carpet hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Pain shoots through my shoulder and hip where I landed, adding to the collection of bruises already forming on my skin. The room smells like cigarettes and cheap cleaning products, the kind of place where people come to do things they don't want anyone else to know about.
I'm shaking so badly I can barely move, wondering what on earth these men want to do with me. Despite all the pain and suffering I've endured with them over the years, despite the accusations that have nothing to do with me, despite everything I've already survived, this feels different. This feels final.
I wriggle against the carpet, trying to get away even though
