Chapter 23: Questions With no Answer
Hailey’s POV
Even though the world is not clear and I have not yet opened my eyes, the pressure I feel against my chest, which prevents me from breathing, makes me gasp, as I slowly begin to regain consciousness.
“You see? I think she enjoys it” says a man next to me, his breath very close to my face, as he laughs. I feel his hands running up my body, but I still don't feel able to move. One of them is pressed against my throat, cutting off my breath, and the other is distracted by pulling down the strap of my dress.
“Don't be disgusting. We're not being paid to take advantage of her, come on! Hurry up before someone gets here, or we're not getting paid again.”
Slowly I open my eyes as I notice the man in front of me. He's a guy, probably not much older than me, but he has a scruffy beard and unkempt hair, which makes me think he doesn't take much care of himself. His breath is hot and draws on my skin, which displeases me, and his body stinks strongly of beer.