Chapter 30

SARAH

Cold water splashed onto my face, shocking me awake. I jolted up, gasping, my head pounding like a drum. The memory of their hands all over me, groping and squeezing, played in my mind like a horror movie on repeat. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize myself, blinking away the water and tears.

"Rise and shine," one of the goons sneered, the one who had thrown the water. I glared at him, pure hatred burning in my eyes.

"Fuck you," I spat, my voice shaky but defiant.

"Watch your tongue, bitch," he snapped back, his face hardening. "You're in no position to mouth off."

I ignored the throbbing in my head and focused on him, rage boiling inside me. "You think you can just treat me like this? You think you can get away with it?"

He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Honey, we already have. No one's coming to save you. You’re ours to do with as we please."

The way he said it made my skin crawl. I wanted to scream, to fight, but I knew it would only get me hurt again. I forced myself