The Sins of Anna-Chapter 13 In or Out 4.2

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I know we have stopped, but I don't know where I am. They keep my face covered. I hear men around me talking.

"Now my dear…" I turn in the direction of voice suddenly speaking to me. Sounds like the old man speaking. "As I am a Gentleman by nature I will give you one last request before judgment is passed down." I ponder his words. "Out with it I am an impatient man little girl."

I feel my body shaking from fear, someone's hand gropes my breast laughing wickedly,

"Hurry up would you, I want to have a little fun little lady." I cry out trying to wiggle away

I feel so sick from this touch this isn't like when I first met Ren. That's it, Ren. Fumbling for my words I need to figure out how to get my phone.

"Please let me have my purse" I say pausing for a second.

Your purse? The voice of the older man speaks again quizzically.

"I want to write a will, I don't have one that's all I ask." I plead with them.

"But why your purse?" The old man asks again questioningly.

Gah, this man's sharp he's not handing it over easily. "If I don't use my own thing they might think foul play, I say trying to sound innocent. I am a journalist so I keep my work material in it. I'd rather use it to keep from drawing suspicion to my death because if my family and society learned that I was killed and sullied I couldn't bear the thought of my death being recorded like that so please, you said you were a gentleman right I just want it this way to keep my honor." I beg, head drooped down. I force myself to think of something sad making real tears, sounds of my sobs are heard from under the bag on my head from crying. The bag on my head is removed bright light stinging my watery eyes and the rope on my hands cut my purse tossed to me as it smacks hard against the concrete ground. I pull out my note book and pretend I'm searching for my pen and I hit Ren's number on speed dial and quickly get the pen out. God; I hope he's not so mad he doesn't answer. I look at Mr. Michovali, Smiling sweetly.

"Thank you." still tearing up I look down at the note book beginning to write. I got to stall for time. One of the men gets more impatient though.

"Hurry up all ready!" he walks up and grabs hold of my hair and tosses me around. Ouch! I cry out in pain as I hit the cement. Grrr. I look at Mr. Michovali feeling angry rather than scared from the pain.

"You know if Hashiro finds out that you hurt me in any way he's not going to simply marry your daughter. If anything, he will make you regret underestimating him."

"Don't worry about that he won't find us in this old gun storage warehouse. The clan hasn't used it for years. Besides Ren doesn't cling normally, he will probably be so pissed you left on your own that he would plan on killing you himself." Hearing the word clan, I look at them puzzled, and Ren might be rough but he's no murder like these men.

"Are you the Feng clan, and your using Ren for money and power?" I watch them sneering at my question I gasp with a new fear. Even I have heard of Feng Clan.

Being grabbed from behind

"Ren!" I cry out. No! I don't want this I'd rather die I struggle. Tears really coming down as I fight back as hard as I can.