Their hands are everywhere, touching her, hurting her.
“No! Get off her! Get off!” I cry and beg, pushing against that invisible wall.
Something breaks inside of me as I see her eyes, still watching me, waiting for me.
No, no. Please, no.
“Wait for me,” I whisper. “I’m almost there, Moe. I’llbethere!” I promise her.
“Nyk…” her broken voice hits me right in the chest. “Where are you?” And that one question steals my breath away.
“I’m here. I’ll?—”
I bring my fists agains the invisible barrier and punch with everything in me. I kick at it, then throw my entire body weight against it.
Nothing works.
The males continue to touch her. Now her chest is uncovered…bare.
Her expression shifts to despair. In one last attempt, she wiggles to the side and hits one of them with her head. But it doesn’t do anything. It merely elicits laughter from him.
Then the worst happens.
The one who tore her clothes stands up, his hands undoing his pants.
“No!” I cry out, a wail and a prayer to the heavens to grant me mercy; to allow me to move, to go to her, to help her.
He takes out his cock, and moving closer, he relieves himself on her, aiming straight to her face. She averts her face, but the piss lands on her cheek, then on her chest and?—
I fall to my knees, my nails digging into the dirt as everything within me breaks apart.
I can’t help her.
I’m here, forced to watch, unable to do anything.
She’s suffering and I’m not there for her.
I failed her.
I—
Bringing my head against the invisible barrier, I hit as hard as I can, hoping for some physical pain to dull the one inside.
This is just the beginning. They will hurt her more. They will…
“Moe…” I whisper. I need her to know I’m here, even if I cannot help. I need her to know she’s not alone. That if I could, I would break my own bones and limbs to get through this barrier.
Suddenly, something gives way.
As I bring my head forward, it goesthroughthe barrier.
Hope blooms within me. I may not be able to win against four, but I will die trying.
I get to my feet and move toward them, ready to lay my life down to protect her.
They all hear me and turn toward me. Moe, too, finally sees me, and her eyes glint with renewed hope.
“I’m here,” I tell her. “I’ll always come for you.”
