CHAPTER 61: COLD WAR III

CHAPTER 61: COLD WAR III

"Enough of this," the third man said. He lunged, his grip finding Diana's hair. A choked scream ripped from her throat as she was yanked to the floor. Tears welled up, blurring her vision.

"Please, please, I beg you," she pleaded, desperation raw in her voice, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

The second man held her as she kicked furiously and thrashed against their hold. The first man ripped open her shirt. Diana screamed and shouted for help, as she continued to twist and turn but it seemed futile.

"We will so enjoy having a field day with you," the first man sneered, a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he laughed wickedly with the others.

Her black bra came into view as the first man ripped her trousers down her legs. Diana cried and shouted desperately, feeling as if this was really going to be the end for her. The third man pulled her hair harder as the first man gave her two hard slaps across the face.

Diana felt her head spin, but refused to close her eyes. She shivered as the first man trailed his fingers from her face, down her neck and in between her breasts. As she continued to scream, her throat felt parched from the strain.

Diana's heart hammered against her ribs. Her world narrowed down to the terror gripping her, the violation threatening to consume her.

Just as the man was about to lay a hand on her breast, he felt someone pick him up, his eyes widened like saucers as he was thrown against a tree. The first man crumpled, tossed aside like a ragdoll.

Diana's head snapped up, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes.

James stood there, a whirlwind of fury, dispatching the other men with brutal efficiency.

James, still very angry and determined, was not done. He quickly took out the remaining two men with swift and brutal force, disfiguring their faces with his hands and breaking their limbs in 10 seconds.

He then turned to the man who had slumped, his expression a mask of cold rage.

Diana flinched, unsure if she was witnessing her savior or an executioner.

He broke his hands and legs and carving ugly marks on his face with his bare hands. There was a murderous look in his eyes as he pressed on the man's neck.