The men began to untie my hands and legs.
"Hold her down," the tattooed man yelled.
The other two men grabbed my arms and my legs and carried me to the rough wooden table then pinned me down. More screams tore out of my throat as I struggled hysterically. I would rather die than have them rape me.
"Please stop!! Help me!!" I screamed and every time, the men would slap me across my face and laugh. But I felt no pain, all I felt was fear, extreme fear.
The tattooed man ripped my dress open completely and unhooked my bra which made me scream so hard that it felt like my throat was bleeding.
God, please help me! Someone help me!!
Suddenly, I heard the door swing open and everyone around me froze. The tattooed man holding me released me as he looked at the door with a frown while the other men reached for their weapons.
"Who are you?" I heard one of the men ask.
My eyes travelled round the room before landing on the entrance where a tall man was standing. From the way he stood with his hands crossed behind his back, I could already tell who it was, but instead of feeling pure relief, I felt a mix of fear with it. Alexander.
"I asked who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?" The man repeated, this time, anger creeping at the edge of his voice.
Alexander didn’t respond, instead he strode further into the room and halted a few inches away. His empty gaze swept over my body before returning to the men.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
The men glanced at each other, confused.
"Do you want us to continue?" The tattooed man smirked. "We could give you a very good show."
Alexander scoffed, then walked to a wooden chair and sat down, crossing his legs lazily.
"Go on, I want the full show," he ordered.
His words made my heart stop painfully and I thought I might pass out. How could he allow all these men to have their way with me? I could die!
"No... no... no!" I cried as the man gripped my thighs, while another held my hands down.
"Someone wants to watch our show, we could be popular... who knows."
"Look at those perky nipples, I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around them."
"She’s really beautiful, we could keep her to have her everyday."
"What is that?" He asked.
Everyone turned to the direction. It was a little object that was blinking red light and emitting a little ticking sound.
"It must be a camera. We would really be popular after this. I should turn it directly at us," one of them offered happily, then went ahead to take the object. Immediately he took hold of it, the ticking sound became louder and faster, the red light blinked rapidly in the darkness.
Then the realization dawned on me like tons of bricks. It wasn’t a camera, but a bomb timer. Who would have dropped a timer here?
The first thing that came to my mind was Alexander, but he wouldn’t do that. When he came, he didn’t hold anything. And him... where was him? My heart lurched inside my stomach when I noticed that he wasn’t on the chair anymore. I was alone now, in a room with a ticking time bomb. But then, I caught a glimpse of him leaving the room, our eyes met, but he said nothing. He just held my gaze for two long seconds before exiting the room.
I looked around me frantically, all the men had moved to deal with the timer, arguing on how to turn it off and for a moment, they forgot about my existence.
I got down from the table, grabbed my torn dress from the floor and ran out of the room. It was only the man who said money came to them first, that saw me escaping, but he didn’t say anything.
I didn’t know if he was trying to help me by feigning ignorance, whatever it was, he had done me a favor.
But then, I was still naked. It was only my long hair that was covering my body. I stopped after running a short distance, then tried to wrap my torn dress around my body to give myself a little comfort against the freezing cold and from prying eyes of the night. I was safe now, I told myself with a sigh.
Suddenly, I heard a loud explosive blast from behind me. And the next thing I knew was that the wave of debris and strong wind swept me off my feet and threw me to the ground.

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