"Alright, we'll take turns until she's nearly out of breath, so she won't run."
No!
Ling Rong shook her head desperately; she would rather die than be defiled by them.
She bit her lip hard, trying to stay conscious. She wanted to escape, but there was no way out.
A man was already pressing down on her, straddling her, sneering as he tore her clothing with force.
"No! I beg you, no!" Ling Rong wrapped her arms tightly around her body, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
She was terrified, feeling like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
"No? You say no now, but soon you'll be begging brother to give it to you."
The man's laughter grew even more lewd, making Ling Rong feel nauseated.
He suddenly pulled her arms apart, and the sight of her fair skin made his eyes glaze over.
"Big brother, who would've thought this woman's skin is so nice?" The second man, watching from the side, laughed excitedly.
