Lyvana gasped and her legs went weak almost at once.
"Don't fight bitch," a man whispered.
Her clutch slipped from her fingers and hit the ground. She tried to scream, but her voice wouldn't come out right.
A dark car stopped at the curb. One of the men opened the door and shoved her inside.
The door slammed shut and they sped off. The lights outside blurred as her head spun.
Her body felt heavy.
She was freaking out. This wasn't happening again. Was it?
Someone had set a trap for her.
....
Lyvana slipped in and out of consciousness. She could feel hands and lips on her neck and body, and pain in between her legs.
Her throat burned from screaming, but no sound came out — until finally, her eyes flew open.
She bolted upright, with a scream finally tearing from her lungs.
Her hands trembled so hard she had to clench them into fists. Was she dreaming?
