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EMILY’S POV.
Instinctively, I swatted his hand away. I was used to being abused, but not his rough touch. No matter how violent John was, he didn’t have that rough grip that the man in front of me had.
He let out a bark-like laugh, and clapped.
“Feisty. Do you know where you are? You’re with Lopez now. You see, the three of us are going to show you magic, and it would be best for you if you enjoy it.” He said, and one of them stood in front of me, jerking my hair downwards, making my chin tilt upwards forcefully.
“Stop it.” I said, panicking as one sat behind me. “Stop!” I screamed, as his hands came underneath my T-shirt from behind, grabbing my breasts, and me to his chest. I began to scream, as the one in front of me began to take out his belt.
The third one, struggled with my
