"No, please I… I…"
Before Mara could say anything else, she felt a heavy blow on her abdomen. She crumbled to the ground writhing in pain from the bruise that formed as two men grabbed hold of each of her arms roughly.
She had a torn lip, a bruised right eye that she could barely see with as she was brought up to meet the attacker at eye level. He roughly grabbed hold of her chin and tilted her head upwards.
"Look at me, Mara," he said with a rough guttural voice.
Mara could barely hear him, her mind was hazy and her vision was blurry.
"I said look at me you BITCH!" The man shouted at her.
She flinched as she met his emerald green eyes. She could taste the iron of her blood on the tip of her tongue.
How did she even end up like this?
"Pathetic," the man spat. He clicked his fingers.
