EMORY'S POV
It was dark when I woke up. My vision was still blurry, and I couldn’t open my left eye. Pain ached through my body, and I could barely move.
Did they succeed in defiling me?
A wave of dread washed over me as I made out silhouettes hovering over me. Instinct took over, and I began kicking.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, my voice hoarse.
Hands gripped me, holding me down. I thrashed and screamed, desperate to free myself, but I was too weak to fight them all off.
"Emory," I heard them call my name over and over. But their voices didn’t register. All I knew was that I needed to get away.
"Let me go!" I growled, my words barely a whisper through my panic.
I felt a hand touch my face, and a wave of disgust surged through me. They must have done more than just touch me. Wit
