Adah’s POV
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I hid in the hallway, heart thumping, listening. From inside the room, the noises grew louder. Moans—raw, uncontrolled—filled the air, bouncing off the stone walls. Angela was on the bed, tangled in sheets, two of the boys hunched over her, the other two waiting their turn, naked and clumsy. One of the guards pressed between her thighs, grunting, his hands roaming her body with no shame.
Angela’s back arched, her legs tangled with theirs, lips parted as she gasped and cried out. “Harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse, hungry for more. The guard grabbed her hips and thrust, making her scream—high, desperate, not caring who heard. The boys behind her watched, one pumping himself in his fist, the others egging each other on, their words filthy and taunting.
“Oh f**k—don’t sto
