Chapter Sixty Seven
Six men gleefully descended on the horrified girl. Pamela shrieked and tried to scramble away.
Irene was on her feet, moving swiftly across the compound toward the men. Pamela was kicking and clawing at her captors and the men strained to contain the writhing body.
“Get away from her,” Irene screamed.
“Irene. Please Irene,” Pamela was screaming as the men hoisted her squirming body from the ground and holding her shoulder high, they bundled her toward the far side of the plane. “Oh please,” Pamela’s cry was plaintive. “Oh god no, you can’t. Please don’t eat me!”
Irene charged into the men, the knife was out and she slashed at first one man and then a second, tearing skin and sending up cries of surprise and fear.
“Ashwin Franks– you’ll rot in hell!”
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