When those two men threw Leila carelessly over her father's car hood, it brought her consciousness partly back, though all strength left her weak body.
They tore her shirt open, waking her up more when cold air grazed her skin. She felt the icy touch of their rough, filthy, icy fingers against the warm softness of her thighs as they pulled her jeans down her legs. They did it fast, drooling over her.
Her head started to shake slightly to the left and right with each breath she took. She barely could move her limbs, suddenly aware of the gravity of the situation.
One of the men tied her hands together above her head, and the other spread her legs wide open, putting her feet up on the hood. Mason's threats reached her brain, and her father was crying and begging in the distance. These cri
