#Chapter90
Hands come around to grab my breasts and I lash out furiously, trying to yank free with little effect, wriggling to move but it’s almost futile. I’m held taut, and I can only imagine they think the super drug is going to render me docile at any minute. I start to panic. So many flashing images running through my head to send me over the edge if I let that pervert back in to render me useless. I claw away the visuals and try to focus on staying here, in the now.
/"What the fuck, Cam?/" I snap at her, but the male behind me yanks me back against him harder, clutching my breasts painfully from behind, diving into my naked neck and shoulder and biting my skin with little care to leaving marks. I react psychotically, turning in his arms with new found strength from a sudden adrenaline boost, yanking my wrists free and throwing my hands at his chest with slaps and shoves that are quickly restrained with fast reflexes and what feels like a million hands.
