~HARRIET'S POV~
The stench of the chief’s breath pollutes my nostrils as he breathes while getting closer to me. Turning my head away from the brute, I express my repugnance towards the man.
In response, he snickers, which implies my indignation doesn’t actually bother him. To further prove his disregard for my consent, he rips my blouse, leaving me completely bare at the top.
“Stop it!”
The words are mere whispers to him, which is proven when he rubs his hands all over my neck, breasts and stomach. On tenterhooks from my wish for someone to save me, I let out agonizing groans to make the outsiders aware of my suffering.
Fortunately, the thief and I observe some movement outside the door. Hoping it would be the security, I yelp for help. All hope comes crashing down when the door
