Helen was very fair skinned. Although not to the level of being pale like a Darkling, She was still an extremely beautiful woman.
On top of that, her black flowing hair helped the mind to form a very strong defining contrast that amplified her beauty.
Not to talk about her obvious curves and her skin that had been pampered by noble treatment for most of her life.
In the eyes of this men, she was an attractive dish.
The three farmers never had any intentions to help her out of her predicament.
She was like lamb that had presented itself to them for the slaughter.
Night time came and they peeled her from Adria's body.
Their aim was as primitive as it was simple.
They wanted to take her.
Helen struggled as much she could and even screamed some more, bit this farm belonged to this men. There was no one around that could possibly help her.
The painful truth was that she was all alone and she knew it.
The men laughed lewdly. Exposing their uneven teeth in terrible smiles.
