The men began to untie my hands and legs.
"Hold her down," the tattooed man yelled.
The other two men grabbed my arms and my legs and carried me to the rough wooden table then pinned me down. More screams tore out of my throat as I struggled hysterically. I would rather die than have them rape me.
"Please stop!! Help me!!" I screamed and every time, the men would slap me across my face and laugh. But I felt no pain, all I felt was fear, extreme fear.
The tattooed man ripped my dress open completely and unhooked my bra which made me scream so hard that it felt like my throat was bleeding.
God, please help me! Someone help me!!
Suddenly, I heard the door swing open and everyone around me froze. The tattooed man holding me released me as he looked at the door with a frown while the other men reached for their weapons.
"Who are you?" I heard one of the men ask.
