“Then let’s not disappoint her.” The second declares, reaching for his belt. “Don’t worry slut, we’ll make this good for you – as long as you don’t fight.”
Tears burn in my eyes. I know what happens next… I know I can survive it, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to be hurt that way again, and their cruel words fill me with a well of humiliation deeper than I can fathom. It’s not my fault I’m not pure, it’s not my fault I look this way… it isn’t fair. What have I done to deserve this? Haven’t I suffered enough in my short life?
I choke back a sob, I don’t know what to do. if I fight them they’ll hurt me worse, and if I don’t they’ll insist that I like it. I look around the forest, searching for some escape, some last ditch rescue. I freeze when I see two robed figures a dozen meters away
