Impossible To Escape

Ferguson removed his coat and tossed it onto the folding chair. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll all get your turn later.’ The men laughed. Ferguson started unbuckling his belt. ‘I’ve been waiting for three years for this moment. You know how to play hard to get, Amiyah.’ ‘Fuck off!’ I shrank back from his outstretched hand. Ferguson tried to touch my face. ‘Don’t be shy, baby. Let’s—’ I sank my teeth into the back of his hand and tasted blood. Ferguson howled in pain. He slapped me. ‘Bitch!’ ‘Don’t touch me!’ I shuddered. I’d rather die than let the man put his filthy hands on me. ‘Hold her down!’ Ferguson yelled at his men, who stopped watching and came forward. I was once again tackled to the ground with my hands and legs pinned down by four men. ‘You asked for this!’ Ferguson tossed off his belt, bent forward and grabbed the front of my blouse. His breath stank of alcohol and tobacco. I waited till he was close enough and wasn’t paying attention, then I kneed him in the groin. No man could tol