The tall and thin hooligan slapped her across the face and pinned her to the ground.

“How dare you fight back! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

As soon as he said these words, he landed a hard kick on her chest.

Raegan writhed as excruciating pain emanated from the site of the kick. For a moment, she felt as if her body was no longer hers. The pain was so unbearable she could not even move her fingers.

The tall and thin hooligan lifted his foot to kick her again, but the other hooligan stopped him.

“You idiot! If you keep kicking her, how are we supposed to have fun?"

Raegan lay curled up on the ground and watched as the two approached and squatted in front of her.

Despair enveloped her like seaweed stretching from the dark, boundless sea as it wrapped around her tightly, making her unable to breathe.

Her once sparkling eyes now looked vacant.

Was she prepared to meet her end like this?

Then, all of a sudden, she felt something move in her belly. Was it her imagination playing tricks on her?

No, she was sure of it. The baby had just moved. It was as if her unborn child was sending her a message, urging her not to give up.

Raegan jolted back to reality and bit down hard on her tongue. The taste of her own blood, rich and metallic, coupled with the sharp pain, brought her back to her senses.

Once again, she could feel her fingers. She seized a shard of broken glass from the ground and slashed the tall and thin hooligan's hand.

In the next instant, blood spurted from it.

“Damn it! You'll pay for this, you witch!" he roared and lunged at her like a wild animal.

But Raegan, with fierce determination in her eyes, pressed the glass to her own neck and warned, "Stay back. I mean it."

The tall and thin hooligan froze for a second.

Raegan used this moment to her advantage and shouted with a voice roughened by desperation, "If you come any closer, I swear, I'll do it. I'll kill myself right here!"

“Oh, you want to die? Be my guest!”