A dank smell assaulted her nostrils. Rough hands set Alex down. Her boots sounded smooth against the hard stone. Every little movement sent sharp bolts of pain shooting up her leg. The men who deposited her seemed to shuffle off with grumbles as if they were being herded by a silent authority.
Someone bent down close to her. Their toxic breath permeated the musty sack over her head. Alex leaned away,?but strong quick fingers grabbed a handful of her hair through the bag and forced her not to move. Stinging pain shot up from her arm as her jacket was pulled completely off. She felt exposed, as if naked and on display. Fingers squeezed her triceps and then cupped her breast. Alex tried to squirm away, but the other held her head steady. The hand squeezed her bleeding thigh and she cry out.
