They saw stunning blue eyes full of hatred, and then she darted between them. Even limping, she was halfway down the hall decorated with Christmas pictures before they reacted. The two men gave chase, words a mix of English and Spanish.
"Apurarse! Stop her!"
"Grab that puta!"
Samantha made it out through a side door, the men in the gym just as surprised as Cesar and José when she darted by, but it shut loudly behind her, and she froze.
A sea of Mexican faces turned her way at the echo, slanted eyes lighting up. A loose slave was fair game.
Terror ran through Sam's veins, making her shiver, and she dropped submissively to her knees, heart thudding furiously in her chest as they all moved toward her. She was in deep shit, even worse than when the chopper went down, worse than when the wolves attacked. Help me, please! she screamed silently.
The doors opened behind her a second later, and Sam cried out as she was jerked backward by her thick braid, landing on her back in the dirt. Cesar gave José a nod and the evil man swung a knee over each shoulder, pinning her arms as he opened his filthy pants, already hard.
Dark eyes without mercy, Cesar knelt beside them, puffing on a fat cigar to get it red-hot. Then he moved it toward the bare stomach now showing from her struggles. Sam had time to notice he was missing two fingers on his left hand, and then he was grinding the cigar against her hip, and she was screaming.
José thrust into her open mouth, gagging her as he pushed in as far as he could. With a hand on Cesar's stocky shoulders as his brace, his free paw roamed her body mercilessly.
"Bite me you die!" the Mexican growled, breath already short, and Cesar held her by her hair so the scarred Mexican could shove all the way down her throat.
"I have questions, chica," Cesar stated casually as José thrust in and out of her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose, "and you will answer."
José stiffened, hips bucking forward, and Cesar's evil face filled with delight as he slammed his deformed hand over her nose and watched her choke, unable to breath.
José pulled out, dark eyes feverish at her purple face. Maybe he would do it again and not stop, he thought, but when Cesar motioned for him to move, he did.
Sam rolled over, gasping, straining for even a thread of air as tears streamed from her eyes.