They had tied her to a wall like an animal. Her lip was now swollen and split. After the man with the bushy beard taunted her, she spat right in his face. It was the most disrespectful thing she could think of so she did it. His free hand that was easily the size of half of her face, came across with a force that snapped her head to the side.

“You fucking whore!” He shouted, his own spittle landing on McKinley’s now crimson face.

The fiery redhead hung, her feet barely dangling off the ground. She tried to focus not on the pain of her probably broken ribs, punctured ear drum or split lip but the men.

How many, count, listen.. She thought to herself.

The room was so poorly lit that McKinley had to strain her eyes to see. One, two, three.. maybe four… She could make out the silhouettes of bodies but couldn’t be for certain how many.

“We need to move her,” one of the black masses grumbled.

“Yes, he can track the portal you decided to make, Rowan!” Another growled with frustration.

“Shut up!” The voice that belonged to the man with the bushy beard demanded.

He must be in charge. He keeps giving them commands and they seem to listen for the most part. The petite woman tried to take a deep breath but the wheezing and the fiery pain in her ribs sent her into a coughing fit. The taste of her coppery blood filled her mouth as she spat it onto the ground.

Her actions drew the attention of the group of men. McKinley’s frail body was impregnated with fear as she stiffened. The group slowly moved towards her, one by one they circled around her. The man with the bushy beard was tall and looked kind of like a lumberjack. His shoulders broad but sported a belly. His eyes wandered her almost naked form, a glint of greed-lust shown in the dark depths.

“Tell me, what do you think your beloved fighter is doing right now?”

The man moved in closer, closing the gap between the two. At first he just stared at her, his beady little eyes bore into her. Slowly he moved his hand to where he had just struck her. A few digits ran across her cheek, down her neck, unhurriedly he let his hand move across her and down her round breast.

“Don’t touch me you pig!” She snarled at him.

Crying out in pain as he gripped her delicately curved waist. He drew her closer to him, her feet completely off the ground now. Her wrist screamed in protest as he made her flesh rub against the ropes. The skin already raw from her moving and straining herself.

“Easy Carter,” a man behind him placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

Gradually, one by one his fingers released her and she hit the wall with a soft thud. She groaned at the pain and allowed her head to hang for a moment. She took soft, shallow breaths. Little by little she lifted her head and looked at this so called guy named Carter.

“Joshua, Thayne slayer, my lover is going to kick your asses.”

THWACK!