Meriwa wasn’t sure how they found her, only that they did. One minute she was in the greenhouse, trying to work out the cramping muscles in her backside and thighs without moving an inch, and the next the door was opening.
Light poured out.
Then shadows.
They were on her before she could stand.
A handful of females and one lone male washed over her like a wave before swamping her, almost suffocating her with how close they were pressed. Dozens of hands were on her, grasping and gripping and pulling.
She hurt, but she couldn’t say where because she was so overwhelmed and overstimulated.
There were too many of them to fight back against and her muscles screamed out as she was tossed around and manipulated, like a ragdoll. She snarled, only to have one of them snag their fist in her
