Hailee's POV
Branches slapped against my arms as they dragged me deeper into the woods. The night was cold, and the darkness seemed to swallow every desperate cry I tried to let out.
They threw me down roughly onto the forest floor. I struggled, kicking and clawing at them, but they only laughed—dark, disgusting laughter that made my stomach twist.
"Well, well…" one of them sneered through his mask. "The famous girl everyone keeps talking about… let's see what's so special about you."
The other pressed down on my shoulders, trying to pin me.
"No! Let go of me!" I yelled, my voice hoarse, panicked. I thrashed wildly, desperate for any opening to escape.
But one of them pinned me harder to the ground while the other began unbuckling his belt. My eyes widened as he brought out his hardened shaft.
