I begged, but it was difficult to try to escape as he already had my legs trapped in his strong hand.
“Don’t touch me …. Get your hands off me!” I wailed defenselessly
But leader of the gang wouldn’t listen. He was angry, his demeanor said it all, and he most definitely wanted me to suffer. He wanted me to feel pain as I had refused his so many advances.
He had said women were weaker vessels but had forgotten that they can be wicked too.
I grabbed the knife by my beside and with one struck he fell.