Chapter 17

Chiara

The sudden impact of my head hitting the wall brings a wave of nausea down my body. For a moment all I can do is blink and try to get rid of the specks that dance in my eyes.

Noemi and Vittoria loom over me, closing the door behind them.

“You fucking bitch,” Vittoria mutters. “I don’t know what gave you this arrogance but I’m going to beat it out of you!”

With that, she reaches over and pulls my hair, but I catch her wrist just in time. Noemi sneaks out of nowhere and grabs the back of my shirt, tugging it hard and causing the neckline to push against my throat.

I start to choke, and Vittoria takes that as her chance to pull me to my feet by my hair. She slaps me once, and in a daze, I try to retaliate by doing the same. But this just causes her to pull my sleeve and rip the seams of my shirt. They both laugh, and Noemi starts to tug down my pants, stripping me against my will.

I know what they’re about to do. This is something they always took part in at Monamour when the