"We're closing. You need to leave." I raised my voice, looking over at her. My eyes hardened as my heart was pounding in my chest. My inner voice was screaming at me to get out of there. Something about this situation was not right.

Jenna didn't say anything. Instead, she began walking towards the table where I was standing. Her face was almost completely unrecognizable, she had eyeliner smeared down her face and little red dots marked her skin. She was completely trashed. She kept scratching at her arms like she had bugs crawling on them. I began to start walking back towards the bar. I left my phone lying in the cubby behind it. I needed to call the cops on her to get her out of here. I had a restraining order and she was violating it by being here.

When I started to move, a hard large hand flew to my hair and pulled me back hard, keeping me in place. Someone from the table had stood up behind me and was keeping me from getting away. I looked back at Jenna and she was grinning like a psychopath. A thought crossed my mind. Jenna knew these guys and had set all this up tonight. That was why I hadn't seen them here before. They were with her.

"Aww, are you scared of me? You can't run from me that easily you fucking whore." Jenna walked up to me and stood nose to nose with me while the guy held me in place by my hair. I was trying to pry his fingers off me so I could run. She spit in my face and the group of guys erupted in laughter.

I swung and scratched my nails over the guy trying to get him to let go of my hair. I wanted to go after Jenna, but I couldn't do it if he kept holding me back. The tall thin guy with the long beard came up behind me to help the other guy and wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to the side so I couldn't break free.

"She's a fighter, Jen. This should be fun." He put his lips to my ear and I could feel him smelling my hair. I felt so sick from his contact. He was enjoying the closeness too much. Jenna walked back up to me and stared into my eyes. I felt the sting on my cheek before I saw her hand move. My cheek was burning and on fire; my eyes began to water from the searing pain.

Jenna grabbed my hair, twisting and yanking as hard as she could. "Stupid little slut, you ruined everything for me. You took him away from me. He was fucking mine!" She hit me again, this time, I could feel the slow trickle of blood from the corner of my mouth and I could taste the copper on my lips.

"He was never yours." I said, looking back at her defiantly. She may have had the upper hand, but I wasn't going to let her see me back down from her. I twisted and fought again against the thin man and got enough motion to raise my foot up and stomp on his. He yowled in pain and dropped his arms long enough for me to try to run towards the bar. I almost made it to my phone when I was tackled from behind. The pressure was too hard to be Jenna, the hands turned me around to my back and I saw the face of the second man with long hair on the ground on top of me. My shoulder was throbbing from the hit and I couldn't breathe as his knee pressed hard into my chest, pinning me down into the ground.

Jenna and the other two walked down towards where he held me on the floor. All three of them were amused, watching me on the floor fighting and not able to breathe. I could barely move. The guy who tackled me stood up, looking down at me. I was gasping and wheezing, trying to catch my breath. I had to get out of here. I had to save myself.

I pulled my strength together to try to stand and ended up on my knees and hands, staring at the ground. I was on all fours about to push myself up when I felt a hard boot in my side, knocking me back off my feet. My vision faded in and out as the pain shot through my body. Were they trying to kill me? I could hear a voice in my head screaming at me to fight. You have to get up and keep fighting.

I heard a noise towards the back and saw Rachel walk in. Her mouth was open in surprise when she took in the scene.

"Run!" I screamed as loud as I could. Her eyes met mine and she turned and started running back towards the employee entrance. The third guy took off after her and I lost sight of them once they got around the corner. I heard Rachel scream, followed by a thud. Terror ripped through me, hearing my friend yelling. I couldn't even get up to try to help her. I was confused and about to vomit from my injuries. My body was aching with every gasping breath.

The guy walked out and nodded to Jenna. In a gravelly voice, he said. "She's out cold. I shut her in the room back there." Jenna lifted the corner of her mouth in a sneer.

"Good, now back to this nasty bitch." She turned her head and faced me. "You don't look so good, are you feeling alright? Are you having a little trouble breathing? You poor baby." She had mock sympathy in her voice.

"Fuck you." I hissed at her.

"Don't swing that way, little girl. Now, your man I have fucked many times. You should have seen what I used to do to him. His toes would curl and he would beg for more." She gloated.

"Walk away, Jenna. It's over." I tried to sound as hard as I could, lying on the floor in pain.

"Aww, sweetie, I'm not going anywhere. See, I promised my boys here a good time and I always keep my promises. Even Ezra won't want to touch you after we are done with you."

What else did she have planned? Fight Riley, fight. Don't give up.

The thin man who pinned me earlier smiled and rubbed his hands together like a greedy little boy in a candy shop. He licked his lips in the vilest way as he looked me up and down. He stood over me and yanked me up to my feet. My fingers and toes were numb from the lack of oxygen in my lungs.

He slammed my face down on the table and pushed my head against it. I could feel my head throbbing under the pressure. My arms flailed around as I tried to hit, kick, and claw my way out. The guy who hurt Rachel came over and grabbed my arms, pinning them on the table in front of me. I couldn't move if I tried. Jenna walked over, the ringmaster of all this and knelt down to stare at my face. She made an odd clicking noise with her tongue as she shook her head.

"You really like this, don't you? Just look at you wiggling it around for anyone who will watch. You want it so bad. I really think Ezra will enjoy watching this." She grinned, proud of herself. She couldn't be saying what I think she was saying. Tears rolled down my cheeks; this couldn't be happening.

She looked up at the third guy and nodded. He pulled out a phone and held it up and I heard a beep when he began recording.

"That's it, baby, smile for the camera." He laughed, taunting me.

I felt pressure against my backside and the guy standing behind me began rubbing himself against me. I cried out and tears were pouring down my face and mixing in with the blood from my lip.

Fight Riley. Fight. Don't let them hurt you; the voice inside my head kept screaming.

"Boys, I think she's a little camera shy." Jenna stood up, clapping. They all looked at each other, laughing. She grabbed a chair and swung it around before sitting on it. Her long witch fingers were tapping against it in a slow, uneven rhythm. She moved her hands inside her waistband and pulled out something silver from her pants. It gleamed in the light as it danced between her hands. She looked over and pointed it at me. The crazy bitch had a knife in her hand.

The man continued moving against me. He was hardening every time he pushed himself against me. He shifted me around and reached up to unbutton my jeans to move his hand inside my panties. I began crying when his fingers pressed against me. Jenna was watching my face and dangled the knife near me. I don't know who I was more afraid of, the man about to rape me or the crazy woman holding the knife.

"Mmm." He moaned, moving his fingers roughly over my bare skin. The guy holding my arms let go and I saw my opportunity to fight again with everything I had. The thin man standing behind me pulled me back up to his chest and spun me around, pushing my back down on the table. I couldn't see her anymore, but I heard Jenna let out a laugh.

The long-haired guy grabbed my arms again and pulled my hands above my head. The thin man pushed my legs apart, pulling my hips to the edge of the table. He ripped my shirt, exposing my bra and stomach. I was so scared. I didn't want this.

"Please don't let them do this to me." I begged as Jenna crouched over me and looked down at my stomach. She ran the knife over my skin and pressed in just under my belly button. I felt the searing pain as she sent a shallow cut across my abdomen. I screamed out as blood started trickling down my stomach.

The thin man standing between my legs laughed as he watched me scream in pain. She stepped back and grabbed the phone out of the other guy's hand. He went to the side of the table and began stroking himself over his pants next to my face.

The thin man between my legs pulled my pants down off my hips and removed them, throwing them to the side. He looked down between my legs as he lowered his zipper.

"Damn, Jen, I can't wait to tear this girl up."

"Don't forget, you have to share." She continued to laugh as she filmed everything.

His pants hit the floor and he spread my legs further apart so he could step closer. He began rubbing himself against my thigh and then inched closer.

I had no fight left. Jenna won.

"Momma. I can tell you a story." I heard Jessa's voice in my head. "Momma, let's go swing. I swing so high." I closed my eyes and saw my baby girl smiling at me. I love you, Jessa. I promise I will be home soon. I slipped outside of my body and felt only the numbness. I would dream about playing with Jessa at the park. I watched her and her Daddy spinning around in circles as he flew her through the air.