Dali’s Betrayal

The pain that came from the fall and her knee colliding with the stone caused the tears that she’d been holding back to finally spill down her cheek. She let out a sharp cry as the pain spread from her knees down to her legs. She managed to push herself to sit up and held the hem of her jumpsuit before pulling the material that covered her right leg up, her eyes widening at the sight of the blood-covered knee. She gasped.

Her knee was filled with blood and a wide injury sat still on it. She looked backward and saw the men so close to her. But before she could stand up and begin her race, their hands got to her and they pulled her backward. “Come here, you bitch,” one of them spat, his breath hot against her skin.

She struggled from their hold, her fingers pinching at their skin to make them let go of her but they were way stronger than she was. “Let go of me. Leave me alone.”

“You have to come with us.”

“I asked you to let go of me, you don’t want to know what trouble you’re getting