Amanda Smith lay prostrate on the seat, her throat hurt from being choked, and even breathing felt painful. Every bone in her body seemed to crackle, and lying there left her too weak to push herself up.
Now, at last, she realized who these two men were.
It was these same two men who had intended to rape her when Samuel Johnson had lured her into the private room!
And now, having kidnapped her, what did they want to do?
Having been both hit and kicked, the pain prevented her from focusing. She had never suffered such abuse in her life.
She closed her eyes and carefully sat up from the seat, asking in a low voice, "What on earth do you want to do?"
The bald man sneered at her words, and, reaching out, he pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head to look at him.
"Didn't I just say?" the man's eyes were filled with malice, "To finish what wasn't done last time."
