Chapter 108

That blob of spit hit Samantha square in the face—gross didn’t even begin to cover it. “Ahhh!” Samantha shrieked. Let’s be real, most women hate getting dirty, and someone spitting in your face? That’s the definition of disgusting. “What are you still standing around for?! Drag her over there and get it done!” she screamed at the two men. While barking orders, she fumbled out a tissue and started frantically wiping her face. “Let me go… let me go!” Denise kept struggling, but they were in the middle of nowhere, not a soul in sight. Even if a car passed by, who’d bother stepping in? The area around them was overgrown with weeds. The two guys shoved Denise to the ground and grinned slyly. “Stay away from me!” Denise backed up in fear. “Haha… don’t blame us, sweetheart. We’re just doing a job,” one of them said, laughing smugly. To them, this was the perfect gig—getting paid and getting a good time? Win-win. “Get off me!” Denise yelled, her hand fumbling through the weeds until she grabbe