With a subtle shift in her gaze, Yara Quillan flashed a brilliant smile at the man. Her captivating smile seemed to daze him, and he impatiently lunged for her, starting to rip off her clothes.
Yara Quillan kicked hard at the man's waist, twisting her body from side to side. The small knife tucked into his waistband fell neatly to the floor. With a hook of her toe and a light kick, she sent the blade sliding behind her back.
Seeing his boss was getting impatient, the other man grabbed a camera, ran over, and began snapping photos frantically.
The sight of the man's foul-smelling mouth nearing her face made Yara Quillan nauseous. Her hands, tied behind her back, had managed to reach the knife. She mustered all her strength and sliced forcefully.
The ropes on her hands finally broke. As the sound of her shirt ripping filled the air, Yara Quillan's fist slammed into the man's face.
