“Want to play, Victoria? You know you do.” Ben’s breath feels like acid against my forehead, and I manage to slam a knee up, connecting with his side. He curses and turns his head. “Hold her down!” he yells at Tyler. “Or I’ll make sure she nails you a few times too.” A scream pierces the night, but it’s not mine. I refuse to let them hear me scream. “You scream pretty,” I hear Kyle saying, laughing from somewhere behind us, but I can’t see him or what he’s doing. And I don’t want to see. I don’t even want to see what they’re doing to me.
Oh..
