Before I could think further, a sharp ripping sound cut through the air.
My heart seized as I whipped around. Someone had torn a piece of clothing from my mother's body.
"No! Get away from me! Get away!"
She thrashed and fought with everything she had, but she was no match for them.
The men in the room went wild.
"Would you look at that! Told you this woman had a nice body!"
"She doesn't look forty at all! Haha! "
The more she screamed, the more excited they became.
I fixed my bloodshot glare on May. She just shrugged, utterly indifferent.
"Why are you looking at me like that? This is your fault."
"If you weren't such a useless waste, she wouldn't be getting manhandled right now."
"Oh, but just so you know—" She smiled. "One more piece, and we'll see her underwear."
"Hahaha!"
She sauntered over and draped herself around Mark's waist. "Feeling better now, sweetie?"
"Not yet." His eyes glinted. "She hasn't been stripped naked and thrown into the pile of men. And Kerry hasn't lost everything yet."
May reached up and playfully pinched his nose. "You're so naughty."
"Then let's finish this. I want to watch you enjoy every second."
Meanwhile, agony clawed through my skull.