Be On The Verge Of Despair Raegan's head throbbed where her hair had been ruthlessly grasped, and a hand clamped over
her mouth stifled her cries.
The pain was too intense for her to utter a sound.
Eventually, the assailant halted.
A rag was roughly thrust into Raegan's mouth, and her wrists were bound tightly with a thick rope.
Shadow shrouded the man before her, his eyes gleaming with a lewdness that sent shivers down Raegan's spine.
It was only then that Raegan realized she wasn't alone with the assailant.
There was another.
In the dim light of the moon, she recognized them as the ones who had harassed her in the daytime.
Fear seized her.
The man who had previously feigned kindness now leaned in close, his voice a disturbing whisper.
"Don't be scared, little girl.
I've no desire to harm you.
Comply, and I'll ensure you're well looked after." The other man wore a far more menacing look, brandishing a sharp Swiss Army
knife with a threatening snarl, "Defy us, and I won't hesitate to mar that pretty face of yours." The chill wind whipped around
Raegan, tossing her hair wildly as her complexion turned ashen with terror.
"Did you hear that?" the man with the dagger questioned, his lecherous gaze roaming unchecked over Raegan's ample bosom.
Regaining her composure, Raegan could do nothing but nod continuously while a visible shiver ran through her body.
The terror within her was so overwhelming, it rendered her thoughts incoherent.
Noticing her fright, the two men’s wariness diminished considerably.
They believed that wielding their daggers wasn't necessary to intimidate fragile young girls like Raegan.

With a grin, one man caressed Raegan's soft cheek, murmuring, "Such a good girl, indeed.” "Enough, Silas, we should get
moving.
My patience is wearing thin,” the other grumbled, his rough exterior starkly evident as he began to disrobe.
The sight of Raegan earlier had ignited an impatient lust within him.
They had been unable to shake Raegan's attractive image since they spotted her at noon.
It was only because of Silas' keen observation, noticing the man Raegan had argued with lingering nearby, that they had bided
their time.
Eventually, these two men had slipped away from their group and trailed Raegan up the mountain, stealthily waiting for the
moment to pounce.

Silas, observing the other's scant attire of just shorts, let out a laugh and playfully chided, "Neal, you're in quite the hurry.
Try not to scare the little girl.” Neal responded with a chuckle, "Think she's startled by this? Just wait.
There's scarier stuff on the way.” Raegan, witnessing Neal's advance, violently shook her head and wept, as though she were
desperate to convey a message.
This piqued Silas’ curiosity.
He halted Neal, suggesting, "Hold up.
Let's hear what she has to say.” Impatient, Neal spat out a curse, “What's gotten into you? Quit dragging this out.” Silas

words, Silas moved closer to Raegan, crouched before her, and warned, “I'm about to remove the towel. Make a sound, and I'll make sure you

Please don't hurt me. Spare me. I... I'll do whatever you ask.” Her quivering, tearful voice caused both men to be captivated. To them, she was such a rare find. Her voice was so appealing that they hesitated to silence her again. The mere thought of her screaming excited them. Pleased, Silas caressed Raegan's pale face with a lewd smile, saying, "Don't worry. If you comply, you won't suffer much. We'll be very gentle..." As he spoke, his hand trailed down from Raegan's cheek to her neck, then creeping

Her voice quivered as she pleaded, "Sir, can we not do here?" Silas cast a wary look at Raegan.
Raegan complained, still trembling, "The ground is littered with stones.
It's unbearably uncomfortable." Silas surveyed Raegan and noticed her feet were bleeding, leading him to surmise she must
have stumbled earlier.

pull me. The ground is scattered with stones. I can walk on my own." Her gentle voice caused Neal to lose his composure. There was something about being called by name by a lovely, melodious voice that everyone found endearing. Neal ceased dragging Raegan and instead gestured toward a clearing, instructing tersely, "Lie down quickly. The cold is biting.” He took off his pants, and the mountain's drastic shifts in temperature from day to night had him shivering. Obediently, Raegan nodded and advanced, keeping her hand struggling against the grip of the rope. The binding Silas had secured earlier wasn't too

the veil of night to fully free herself from the rope. Neal, fraught with urgency, demanded, “Why crouch? Just lay down." In a whisper, Raegan responded, "This position is more suitable.” Neal laughed lightly. “Impressive. You're even familiar with this position...” While speaking, he roughly seized Raegan's hair, his voice taking on a rough tone. "Come on, make it quick. I've been waiting all day and I'm losing patience..." "Alright, Neal," Raegan agreed without a second thought, an

before he could discern her true intentions, a

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