He had his hand on my arm as he led me to the car parked, but I knew I had to do something. I won't go down without a fight. With a deep breath, and a prayer sent heaven's way, I turned and lunged for the man's brute face.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, as I dug my filed, painted nails deep into his skin. My nails caught evil eye. I wanted to pity over my nails but I knew this should have been my last concern. I was almost out of his grip, but another man from the driving seat stepped out and held me.
"Bitch." The first one spat, as he swung his left hand onto my cheek, and i stilled, with my head to the side.
That man slapped me, and for a brief second all I heard was a eerie dead squeak, and my vision blurry, and taking chance of my vulnerability, they hurled me inside the car
