Shaun's POV.
"Emma! Emma, no! You get your filthy f*****g hands off of her, you bastard!"
Emma was lying on the cold, wet floor of the burned-down drug factory. Her face was beaten, and her clothes were torn. Manfrid was kneeling over her. He had one of his hands around her throat and the other was halfway up her inner thigh. He had an evil grin on his face and lust in his eyes. He was salivating over her half-naked body.
"Leave her alone! Get the f**k away from her!"
I was standing only a few feet away from them, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. My feet weren't working, my hands wouldn't move. The only part of me that was working was my voice. All I could do was scream and plead.
"Get off of her you sick f**k. I swear to god I'll kill you."
Manfrid grinned at me. His
