Nope; the crowd wants more!

Freedom was just there and poor Amira felt a small sense of hope as her hands — shaking from nerves and slightly sweaty — gripped the handle of the door and began to pull. She could escape! Go home, get clothes, forget this horrible, horrible day!

Well, that all stopped the moment she felt several hands grab her naked thighs and legs, pulling her away from the door. The girl screamed, falling to the ground before being hoisted up by several people.

“You’re not going anywhere, whore,” snarled the one Amira bit into the girl’s ear, her voice laced with a venomous satisfaction.

The crowd seemed to get closer, dozens if not hundreds of cameras and cellphones snapping pictures, filming videos, and live-streaming her humiliation. Giggles and laughter roared throughout the hallway and into Amira’s head; she could barely register them with how fast her heart was beating.