Why, please, why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed. Five-feet-four or five-inches tall, she’d tip the scales at no more than 110 pounds, if you soaked her to the bone, that is. “No — Let go of me — Please MMMM …” she pleaded, as Nate’s mouth clamped over her lips, muffling her words out of existence. So thick one could cut it with a knife. In the dim light of the bar, smoke hung in the air. She feared they would burst. “Oh … Kristen’s fear screamed in her brain, RUN. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. Then, to her horror, she felt a second one move between her legs. From all over the city, the units started rolling toward the alley between 16th and 17th Streets on Claremore Drive. Her trepidation created a heated, sexual tension in the angry mob that needed a release. As she began to feel as if she were suffocating, she began fighting harder.
