Kayla
The man I had kicked suddenly lunged forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head back so hard I gasped. Before I could even scream, he swung his hand and spanked my ass with a loud, stinging crack that made my eyes water.
"You're being a bad girl," he sneered into my ear while his friends laughed and kept their cameras rolling. I felt a wave of pure humiliation and fear. Of all the nights to walk, we had to pick this one.
Chelsea scrambled for the pepper spray I had dropped. She grabbed it and tried to spray the man holding me, but she just clicked the nozzle over and over. "It’s empty! It’s not working!" she screamed while her voice broke with panic.
I managed to whip my head to the side and saw a familiar black car screech to a stop at the curb. Damien stepped ou
