The sudden pull on the arms sent Arwen stumbling, her ankle twisting painfully as she tried to regain balance. Before she could scream, another man caught her other arm, his filthy grin just a few inches away from her face.
"Aren't you a little too feisty?" he mocked, his breath reeking with the strong stench of alcohol.
Arwen struggled desperately, disgusted with the proximity. Twisting and kicking, she tried to free herself, but their grips were too strong on her. "Let me go!" her voice pierced the air, but it only amused them further.
"We wouldn't have caught you if we had plans of letting you go, darling," another man sneered, bringing his face uncomfortably close to hers.
Arwen's eyes closed in disgust. But she could hear them stepping closer. Panic took over her and she felt her body trembling. What mess have I gotten myself into?
"Enough playing hard to get," another one of them jeered, stepping closer, his tone dripping with mockery.
