Stolen Innocence

WARNING - Some scenes contain sexual abuse, mature language, intimate scenes, therefore read at your own risk!
*SLAP* He grips my arms trying to force me to the floor. I kick. I scream. I cry. Nothing happens. One of the other men brings his hands to my face grabbing the hijab around my head slowly unravelling, until my thick black hair drops down by my hips. My body is no longer covered. My low cut top revealing only something my future mate, my future husband, should be seeing. They all look towards my body eyeing up and down. Their eyes holding desire, want... desperation.
Pushing me to the floor the man straddles me, pinning my hands above my head. He takes a hand full of my hair bringing his face down to the crook of my neck. He inhales hard, taking in the whiff of strawberry shampoo I had only used this morning. "You smell so good baby, and you even look good. I don't know why you hide such a damn sexy body, such a shame that you put it to waste. We cant let it go to waste now can we lads" he grins, glancing up to his friends as they chuckle. "P-please don't do this" I cry but they ignore my pleas as if I were even a human.
He brings his hands up my thighs over my hips and waist placing them above my bra. he cups them and begins to squeeze while grinding his lower body on mine. "P-please don't do this! I have to save myself" I sob uncontrollably. It only makes him push harder onto me feeling his bulge. He dips his head to the crack of my neck and begins to roughly kiss me. I remember being told that anyone who was to have sexual relations before mating or marriage that their mate would never want them. I feared this, my mate may not even want me anymore.
I feel him smirk against my skin "For who baby?" he says laughing lifting his head up to the other males. I felt humiliated, embarrassed. Suddenly a loud growl is heard from behind us and we all turn to have our eyes land upon a dark silhouette quite tall and obviously a male. "FOR ME. HER MATE!" Shit