A gloved hand yanked Guinevere's head up by the hair and punched her clean across the jaw.
Pain lanced along the entire right side of her face in one bright flash, and she felt the bruise forming under her skin before the sound of the hit had even finished traveling through her skull.
The soldier slammed her flat on the ground, then forced her thighs apart and positioned himself in between.
"Today I'm the only power you answer to." He leaned close, breath hot against her ear. "I'm gonna fuck the fight out of you and defile you so completely you'll never feel clean again."
Guinevere's blood ran cold. Beside her, she heard the wet crunch of a second soldier taking Blair down the same way, followed by her strangled cry.
He manhandled Blair up onto all fours and pressed against her from behind, one hand squeezing her breast hard while the other slipped between her thighs.
