David ripped the shirt Catriona wore down the middle.
"Get a look of that rack, Henry. It's been a long time since I've seen a pair that big." He said with a smile. Catriona squirmed some more. The one holding her wrists above her head was...touching himself. She was able to get a hand free and both men were too busy entertaining themselves to noticed when she grabbed the knife. Before either men could do anything, she thrust her hand backwards into his stomach. He roared in agony and stumbled back. David frowned and wrapped his hands around her neck, squeezing. She couldn't breathe. She clawed at David's face and tried to pry his hands from her neck. Catriona's vision was dimming and she could just barely hear him say, "The things I'm going to do to you." Suddenly, air flooded her throat
