I was expecting for someone to hit me now that they turned my back to them.
But nothing happened.
My eyes are closed, and I was waiting for any of them to touch me, but it didn't turned out the way I had expected it. Instead, the hands that was squeezing my forearm loosen a little, and in few seconds, I fell down from the ground, finally free from getting twisted.
"Get up." One voice had called my attention. It was so familiar that even though my body was aching, I manage to look back to see his face.
"Primo?" I asked. There I saw him standing, he was holding the hands of the woman who acts like their leader, as he held it so high, the woman herself can't reach it.
"P-primo, stop, you're twisting my wrist!" The woman cried, but Primo even pull it upwards.
"Ahh! You bitches, help me!"
