Something more than dread or terror takes hold of her. She thinks of Amelia's words and silently prepares herself. She'll die fighting before she lets these men touch her; she won't let Remy down.
The one on the right is of thinner build, he'll go down easily. The one on the left is heavier and thick- with her super strength she'd be able to flick him away with the effort she'd use to swat a fly, but she is all human now. She knows she has no chance of beating him with brute force.
"Get up, mutie. Time to get to work on the quarry."
The quarry. They aren't here to rape her.
At least, not now.
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