She couldn't believe it was happening again.

Lena folded her arms in front of her body, absently curling herself towards her center as the men approached her. She was trembling in fear, struggling desperately to muster up the courage to scream.

But Lena was too afraid to even utter a peep.

As the men came closer, saying something in a language she didn't understand, Lena's thoughts immediately went to the brothel.

She flinched at the memory of Ludovic, stripping her and beating her with an iron chain until she'd vomited from the overwhelming pain. She wondered if these men were planning on doing something similar to her, or worse. Sickness...