ELIA
She felt the violation of it, the sheer injustice that, as a male, he was expected to take that kind of abuse without complaint.
A noise tore out of her throat and she shoved forward, heedless of the hands that gripped her arms, or the bodies trying to stand in her way. She called his name and fought, tooth and nail, scratching, shoving, kicking, to force the women back.
And Reth fought too. She could see his rigid shoulders, the veins popping in his neck, on his arms. He fought, but with concern not to harm those that were harming him. He fought for his own freedom, but not at the cost of the women who were hurting him.
Well, fuck that, Elia thought, and threw herself into the fray.
She pulled hair, she scratched, she took more than one elbow to the ribs, and gave a couple of her own until finally there was only one woman between she and Reth.
