I woke up as I was dropped on the cold, wet ground.
I coughed out of pain and tried to get up, but someone pressed me back down on the ground on my stomach.
The someone started roughly feeling me up, kissing my ear and whisper dirty things to me, calling me hot, calling me sexy as I hopelessly tried to scream for help. But as I was on my stomach, there was not much I could do, so I relaxed my body, giving in.
The someone got off me and rolled me over, and now I could see their face.
Evan.
Of fucking course.
I was filled with rage once again, this sick son of a bitch won't rape me, not now, not ever. Suddenly I felt like I had so much strength in my muscles that I could lift a whole building, so with all my force I kicked his leg.
He fell onto his face and I quickly got up, ready to fight.
Unfortunately, a strong figure grabbed me from the back and started strangling me with his arm.
There was nothing I could do, he was way too strong.
With every second passing, I began to lose conciousness. I gagged, coughed and scratched and hit his arm over and over, but he didn't even flinch.
"Stop! You're killing him!" I heard Evan scream, and the man let go immediately.
I fell onto the ground and started crying for help, for someone to hear me, but no one did.
I didn't know where I was, it was dark. But judging from the sounds we were still in downtown New York.
"Fuck you!" I cried.
I saw Jackson lying on his side a few feet away from me, and I gulped. He didn't move and his eyes were shut.
"He's still alive. I don't know how long though, he's been out since we left the apartment." Evan hissed as he grabbed my arm.
"No!" I screamed and desperately tried to yank my arm away.
"Now where were we~" He purred into my ear and started to undress me.
Suddenly I heard a loud gunshot, and Evan fell limp on top of me.
