ELENA'S POV;

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I knew he was lying.

"Stay away from me." I managed to say. But he moved closer, his fingers dared to trace my thigh.

"I don't think I can." I jerked my leg away, his fingers were disgusting. And I didn't miss the intensity on his face when I did that. I wanted to scream for help, but I was too weak, my chest still hurt.

And all I could utter was; "please." In a very low tone, not to the man, but for the help I knew wouldn't come. I was beginning to get dizzy, my arm felt weaker as they...