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Why couldn't she act faster? She'd learned how to fight. Why couldn't she fight back when she had the change?
All these questions went through her mind as Noelle became increasingly disappointed at herself and her weakness.
She'd been too stunned to do anything. And if she were honest to herself, after the first few blows, she'd been terrified.
For all her training with Yuyu, she'd never faced a real-life situation. Not like the one she found herself in. How the hell could she have acted any differently when she was just an eighteen year old who was more talk than action? A girl, not yet a woman, who weighed less than a hundred pounds and was just shy of five feet tall.
What the hell did she know?
Noelle cursed her arrogance as much as she did her situation. She'd been so confident in herself that she'd dared to hope she could take the reins of her own destiny—master her fate and not let anyone else decideanythingfor her.
Yet here she was.
On the ground.
Bleeding.
Barely breathing.
She'd already lost control of her body. Soon, she'd have her dignity stripped from her and she couldn't stop wondering what she could have done more?
"It's fucking eleven," Sergio gritted out, kicking her in the stomach—the only place he'd yet not touched.
Her lungs constricted as her breath suddenly stopped.
Noelle gasped for air, her eyes wide with fear as her nails scratched at the wooden floor in an attempt to hold onto something—ground herself when she thought her soul was about to fly from her body.
Turning, Sergio barked some orders to Caro in Spanish that Noelle could no longer focus to decipher, after which she heard the rustling of clothes.
True terror assailed Noelle as she could no longer discern whether it was her clothing that was being removed or not. So paralyzed with fear and pain she was that all sensation blended together until there was only pain.
Within moments, though, it was clear what was happening as loud, shrieky moans permeated the air.
Noelle finally managed to get her breathing back together as she slowly dragged herself towards the source of the noise. She witnessed one of the girls, Caro, on all fours, with Sergio mounting her from behind.
He had his pants around his ankles, his shirt half-open. His hand was in Caro's hair as he held tightly onto her scalp, pulling her back as he thrust savagely into her. He was grunting and moaning, his eyes half closed as he continued to fuck her.
The other girl was on the floor, her legs wide open for Caro to touch and kiss her.
Noelle was shocked at the sight.
At first, she felt relief that it wasn't her body he was violating.
But then that relief gave way to anger which promptly turned into pure rage.
How dare he…
How dare he hurt her like that?
How dare he expect her to take everything in and become his biddable little bitch?
In that moment, everything she'd held in until then suddenly exploded.
All the anger she'd bottled up at her family, at her circumstances and now at Sergio finally reached the surface, bubbling up like an explosive volcano.
Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and though there was not one place in her body that wasn't hurting, she somehow overcame it.
She had one shot and she wasn't going to miss.
