She shook her head, but didn't get more out of herself.
“All right, Chloe. “Take off those jeans,” he said, looking at his watch, “and come on, we don't have much time,” he added, looking up at Chloe.
She was completely paralyzed. The fear kept growing, completely controlling her. The boy stared into her eyes for a moment, then gestured imperceptibly to his helpers. Two jumped up to her, grabbed her arms, and the third began to pull her leggings. Only then did she recover and begin to defend and scream. But it wasn't very valid for her. It was a matter of times before the leggings were halfway down and successfully reducing further digging. And a slap landed on her face, like thunder…
