142 Cry For Me

“I think we should kill her here.”

“I think we should take turns f.ucking her before we kill her because my d.ick is already hard.”

Two men's gruff voices rang in my ears. My vision was black. Something was blocking my eyes. I tried to call for help, but my mouth was taped shut. My hands were tied and I couldn't move. I just twisted my body a little, and a fist slammed into my stomach.

“Don't move, or the next punch will hit you in the face.” The man smiled lewdly and squeezed my breasts roughly.

I pulled back, and a hard object pressed against my back, leaving me no place to hide. The air smelled of leather and sweat, and if I had guessed right, they had tied me up in a car.

The car door popped open and the man beside me grabbed my arm. I heard a woman's shrill voice on my right.

“What the hell are you doing in the car? Get her off so I can scratch her face.”