Unless You Kill Me in One Go

The whip was not tied too tightly, but Lydia struggled to undo it. Suddenly, she noticed a group of seven or eight vagrants approaching. Knowing all too well the high crime rate in this area, where women could be violated simply walking down the street, Lydia's expression tightened with anxiety. She dared not ask them for help. Straining continuously and racing against time, she tried to untie the whip. The vagrants spotted her, and like starved dogs pouncing on food, they scrambled over each other to reach her. Speaking in their local tongue, their countenances were lewd, as one man reached out to touch Lydia's face, looking delighted as if he had found a money bag. "Get away! Take your filthy hands off me!" she spat. "I am Miss Callahan, and my people will be here shortly. Touch me, and you're dead!" Lydia shouted in their native language, attempting to intimidate them with her status. Yet, they didn't buy it. They circled Lydia, making lewd comments with their hands all over her. "T