Marvin averted his eyes downwards when the lead gangster tapped on his sister's ass. The slight guilt stance lasted just about a second until the white substance was dangled in front of him, clouding all his reasoning. He craved and needed it, and at that moment, nothing else mattered.
His pleading, wild and frantic eyes turned to his sister, and he said the words yet again, "There's just four of them. If you close your eyes, you'll be done in no time. It'll be real quick, and you will enjoy it too. You'll be really helping your brother with this. Haven't you always wanted to do that? This is the only time I will ask anything of you …please, Ava?"
He hugged her thighs tightly, his bloodied face soiling her attire.
Ava stood motionless, angry and spent. She let her gaze linger on the men in black, who were surprisingly calm watching them. Calm in the sense that they were not being aggressive, but the leering looks were enough for her skin to crawl.
