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could react, and a power smack sent her crashing deeper into the trunk.
    The trio of man laughed, while Yuki struggled to take in everything that was happening. The drugs were wearing off but she was still having a difficult time holding onto longer trains of thought.
    “Stop, please. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please let me go home.”
    “Home? But we planned a whole night together. Aren't you excited?”
    “What? No, please...I...I don't want to.”
    Suddenly strong fingers buried themselves in her hair and yanked her up. “Shut up. We don't care what you want.”
    She was hauled out of the trunk and sat on the lip. Her shoes were gone, and it was cold. Odd things to think about while she was in such danger, but her mind was flinging off in million different directions.
    “Now listen here, Sakura,” Buck cooed, voice edged and dangerous. “We just want to have a good time. So you're going to cooperate and be a good little girl, right?”
    Ah, there it was. The infantilization. She had known it was too good to be true.
    Anger bubbled up in her, a hot spike against the fuzziness of the drug. Buck's face grew closer to hers, and before she could quite think it out, she head-butted him with all the might her semi-asleep body could muster.
    Buck stumbled back, cursing, and the one with the camera backhanded her. His ring cut into the side of her cheek, and the pain broke through the haze clouding her faculties.
    “That was not very nice, Sakura.” Buck spat, gripping her chin with crushing force. She whimpered, but could say little else. “This will go a lot easier for you, if you behave. You understand?”
    “I’m sorry,” She whispered, lowering her gaze to his feet. Her cheeks burned red as she realized exactly what these three men intended. It was her worst nightmare, realized.
    “Are we going to be a good girl now?” She nodded yet again. “Good, because we are s
o very
busy and don’t want to waste any more time on discipline. Understood?”
    “I-I understand.”
    “Good,” The corner of his mouth went up ever so slightly. He roughly turned her around, banging her shins into the edge of the car trunk. For a moment, she wondered what he was doing, until her bonds hit the soft earth at her feet and she was faced forward again.
    The three men towered over her, intimidating and merciless. Yuki had never felt so small, and exposed. Was this what a rabbit felt in the gaze of a wolf pack?
    “Now strip.”
    The startled look on her face must have been hilarious, because Bucks grin only grew more wolfish.
    “W-what?” She sputtered, half confused, half incredulous.
    “Disrobe. Undress. Strip.” He leaned away from her, allowing her to stumble a few feet to the side. “Don't make me repeat myself again.”
    She stood there, frozen, but her mind was racing like a formula one engine. “…no.” She whispered finally.
    “I thought so.” He made a sweeping gesture. “Proceed.”
    Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her sides, unsure of where even to start. She had never felt so ugly and helpless as she did under their unwavering gaze and that cursed video camera. But they all knew there was going to be no mercy here. So she drew a deep breath, and reached for the hem of her dress.
    Internally, she bemoaned her normal lack of layers she wore in her day to day life. Or even her tea ceremonies. But all she had was her clingy black dress, and that was going to be quick work in a few tense seconds.
    Yuki had always have a love-hate relationship with her body, she knew since she hit puberty, and her skin had cleared, then her hair had grown in right, and her stomach had lost its final bit of baby fat, that many people had found her attractive. She never had issues getting dates, and she knew her looks had contributed to her success at the club. But she had never felt uglier than in this moment.
    Then the dress went over her head, and she relished the split second she was out of the trio's intense