"Ungh..." The downed man groaned in pain. I briefly smirked, but my pleasure was ended when two of the other red-clothed men hauled me to my feet. The remaining man helped his leader to stand. My captors twisted my arms painfully behind my back, and I squeaked. "You little--!" The first man snarled, his fist flashing out and hitting me squarely in the stomach. I doubled over, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me up again. "No more of your little stunts!!" He hissed in my ear, then his hands grasped the sides of my jeans. In one swift movement, he pulled them down to my ankles, then entirely off. The men cheered, harshly whispering sexual remarks.
"Hey, boss," One guy said, popping my bra strap, "Why don't we give her a new mark?" The boss grinned, nodding, and the man pulled out a thin knife. They wrestled me to the floor, where the guy cut a pattern on the back of my thigh. I bit my tongue until it bled, feeling the sharp sting of the blade and picturing the ugly scar it would leave. They passed the knife around, and each man took his turn to carve a permanent design on my exposed, vulnerable body.
Soon, I became numb. So many parts of me were bleeding, stinging, burning ... I stopped fighting the pain. Outwardly, I was stone-still, tears leaking out of my closed eyes, my blood staining the floor of my house. Inwardly, I was screaming, shouting for Emergency to come and save me like they saved my cousin.
