Layla's POV:
"Goddamn it!" he growled, tightening his grip on my hair. "I'll tear you apart piece by piece and sell whatever's worth money!"
The curly-haired man yanked harder, and I felt like my head was about to be ripped off. The pain was so sharp that I almost cried out.
Had Emilia been through this before?
"Help! Somebody help!" I screamed, trying to draw attention.
In the next instant, a large hand slammed over my mouth, and another short, stocky thug pulled out a rope, preparing to tie me up.
I bit down hard, the taste of metal and sweat bitter on my tongue.
"You filthy b***h!" the curly-haired man snarled, his voice low with fury. His two lackeys pinned me down, and just as his hand lifted to slap me, I braced myself for the impact.
At that moment, I knew how powerless I wa
