Unleashing Desires

Avery Miller couldn't understand what she was saying, but her companion's constant gestures and body language helped Avery grasp the gist of it.

It was in private that she had told Avery about the criminal matter. The terrorists' actions were rough and dehumanizing. A few rough pushes and Avery could feel the wound on her back reopen, fresh blood seeping out, making the area damp, sticky, and increasingly painful.

However, among the men, their small leader seemed somewhat more civil. Once, a particularly unattractive man, shorter than the others, tried to assault her. His ugliness and desperation suggested he hadn't had much contact with women. He grabbed her, his foul breath nearing her fair neck, his grip painful on her arm. Avery struggled fiercely, tears forming in her eyes, but the difference in strength was vast, especially against a cold-blooded terrorist.