Fae whimpered then and the knife at her throat pressed a little harder. The man who had her ankles got on his knees and crawled closer to her body, those keeping her legs spread. Tears filled up her eyes as his hands slid her skirt up her thighs, fingers strangely delicate as they brushed her panties.

He laughed again, producing a knife to cut away the cloth. Fae closed her eyes and whimpered again, hearing the man’s zipper come down. Fear overwhelmed her and everything went dark and silent.

When her body went limp the man between her legs stopped moving. “Wake up bitch,” he slapped her face, then yelled at the man holding the knife. “What did you fucking do?” The other started to protest, but the third pointed. “She’s waking up.”

He was right. The fingers of her right hand began to wiggle and her face tightened in pain. Both men touching her suddenly pulled back, her skin burning hot. All three looked at each other in confusion, then her eyes opened.

The glowing red orbs of her eyes had no mercy in them.