In the dark Fae couldn’t see that she had reached a dead end until she hit the wall. Her breathing was labored and the whites of her eyes were showing as she saw that there was nowhere left to run.

She was trapped.

And the footsteps were suddenly loud behind her and a man grabbed her collar, pulling her back off her feet. “Fucking bitch, running from me.” He threw her to the ground. “Now you’re gonna get it.” Her eyes had adjusted by then and she saw that there were three of them. Any one of them too big for her to take.

She knew she wasn’t going to get away.

They were smiling and stunk of alcohol. Fae pushed onto her elbows and tried vainly to scooch away from them, but one caught her ankle and pulled. She screamed and another of them got above her and something cold and sharp was pressed to her neck. “Don’t make a sound or you die, bitch.” She bit her lip to keep from whimpering and locked her knees together.

One of them chuckled. “Still fighting?” His hands ripped her legs apart and he laughed again.