A Mistake 2

A firm hand closed on her arm and spun her to face a tall, blonde man, his grin wide, his tongue tracing his lips as he ogled her body. Another man jostled her from behind, his fingers curling on her hips. 

"That man… is gone. Now what?" he licks his lips and she knew they were right. What now? What would happen to her?

"Wait.. stop. Stop please.." she struggled, begging but she did not dare to shout or threaten like before. She could not see or hear Graham anymore. She did not know where her carriage was or if the coachmen would be able to stand so many of them.

Forget about standing? Would he even know if she was in danger before it was too late? 

"Come on, it would be easy if you stop struggling. We promise that we will not hurt you." she squirmed as more men gathered around her. But when a hand reached for her thighs, her blood chilled.