The Bitch Within

Keiara lay on her back in the pitch black of the damp overcast summer night wildly kicking and fighting the two men above her who were struggling as they ripped her clothes from her body. Her teeming green eyes flashed around trying to make out something about the men attacking her. She could feel the moisture of the cold damp dirt from the dead-end country road seeping through her ripped open shirt as one of them pressed her shoulders down.