9The man began to untie my hands and legs.
“Hold her down for me.” He yelled.
The other two men grabbed my arms and pulled me down on the cold floor. I began to scream and struggle hysterically. I would rather die than have them **** me.
“Please stop!! Help me!!” I screamed and every time the man slapped me across the face. I felt no pain this time, just fear, extreme fear.
He ripped my dress open which made me scream so loud it felt as if my throat was bleeding from all the screaming and crying.
God please help me!! Someone help me!!
Suddenly I heard a crushing sound and I couldn’t feel the man’s heavy weight on me anymore. The hands holding me down were gone and the men were on their feet quickly pulling their daggers out from their pockets.
“Who are you?” I heard one of them say
