Breaking point.
“Ouch!” Claudia winced as she tried to stand, only to collapse again when pain shot through her spine from where it had slammed against the wall.
The manager scoffed, his tone laced with mockery. “Since you’re already hurt, we’ll just make this quick.” He stated and his voice was smug, soaked in cruelty.
Claudia gritted her teeth, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Please… I’ll return the fifty dollars you gave me. Just… just don’t hurt me,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry if I did anything to offend you… please, don’t do this.”
One of the men chuckled darkly. “Don’t hurt you?” he repeated mockingly, tilting his head. “We’re not here to hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer and trapping her between his legs.
He crouched in front of her, gripping the neckline of her white singlet. “Hold her hands,” he ordered, and in seconds, one man seized her wrists while another pinned down her legs.
Claudia struggled, writhing to free herself, but their grip was unforgiving. The man yanked at her singlet, tearing it effortlessly like paper.
“I’ll do… I’ll do anything,” Claudia stammered, her voice cracking.
She shook her head in desperation, her entire body trembling. “I swear… I can get you any amount of money. Just don’t… don’t do this to me. Please!”
Claudia’s chest was now exposed, her black bra and jeans jacket was the only shield she has left for her upper body.
“Mike, did you hear what this bitch just said?” the man sneered. “She claims she can give us any amount of money, yet she was working like a desperate fool in your restaurant for fifty dollars.”
His voice dripped with sarcasm as the others laughed cruelly around Claudia.
Mike was the name of the restaurant manager, and as he heard the words of his companion, he couldn’t help but chuckle in delight.
“Let’s be snappy and kill her as soon as possible,” Mike said coldly.
Instantly, Claudia froze. Her eyes widened so much it seemed they might roll out of their sockets.
She held her breath for several seconds, replaying Mike’s words in her head.
Did he just say they’re going to kill me?
A cold chill ran down her spine, and her stomach twisted in disgust.
Claudia was still trying to process what she had just heard when Mike and the man who had torn her singlet earlier—shifted positions.
Now, Mike was the one straddling Claudia, caging her between his legs.
He gave a nod to his companion, who grabbed Claudia’s wrists and began pulling her jacket.
At that moment, Claudia breath out loudly, snapping back to reality.
She thrashed her body from side to side, struggling with her hands and legs, but still, her jacket and trouser came undone.
“Someone switch on a flashlight. I want to see her breasts,” Mike said with a sickening purr.
The man holding Claudia’s legs pulled a phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight, pointing it directly at Claudia’s body.
“Damn, she’s so young and pretty with perfect cherry-like breasts,” Mike said, running his tongue across his lips to moisten them.
“I… I… please… please let me go. I don’t want this. I can’t… I don’t…” Claudia cried, struggling beneath them, her face smeared with snot, tears, and dirt from the floor as the words that came out of her mouth were complete gibberish.
A few strands of Claudia’s black hair had fallen messily across her face, unintentionally arousing the men’s twisted desire.
“I’m so sorry, Claudia, but it would be a waste not to have those boobs in my mouth,” Mike said, his gaze dropping to Claudia’s body, lingering between her legs.
She was wearing only a black pair of panties.
“Damn, you’re small and sexy,” Mike purred.
His words were meant to flatter, but they only made the hair on Claudia’s arms stand on edge.
Claudia’s heart pounded. Fear clawed at her chest, but somewhere inside her, a quiet voice refused to break. Stay awake. Stay alert. Stay alive.
Claudia tried pleading with the men, but it wasn’t working. The more she begged, the drier her throat became.
Why won’t they listen?
Panic swelled in her, but she fought to keep her mind from collapsing. I will survive this. I have to.
“I won’t bite you, dear,” Mike said in a falsely tender voice. “I promise to make it quick.”
His tone turned Claudia’s stomach. More tears streamed down her face, but she held her breath, refusing to scream. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
“Sir… please, don’t do this to me. I’m still a virgin. I don’t want to die this way, please… I beg of you,” Claudia whispered, her voice trembling.
Mike and his companions exchanged glances and smirked—not kindly, but cruelly.
“The fact that you’re a virgin makes me want you even more,” Mike muttered, sounding amused. “I’ve never fucked a virgin before. This feels like I just won the lottery.”