Wasn't it normal for Mitchel to be intimate with another woman? After all, they were divorced. Driven by desire, he was not one to refrain.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as a hand clamped over her mouth in the darkness.

Startled into full alertness, Raegan fought back fiercely.

But the assailant seized her hair with a vice-like grip, pulling her into the shadows.

Raegan's head throbbed where her hair had been ruthlessly grasped, and a hand clamped over her mouth stifled her cries. The pain was too intense for her to utter a sound.

Eventually, the assailant halted.

A rag was roughly thrust into Raegan's mouth, and her wrists were bound tightly with a thick rope.

Shadow shrouded the man before her, his eyes gleaming with a Lewdness that sent shivers down Raegan's spine.

It was only then that Raegan realized she wasn't alone with the assailant. There was another.

In the dim light of the moon, she recognized them as the ones who had harassed her in the daytime.

Fear seized her.

The man who had previously feigned kindness now leaned in close, his voice a disturbing whisper.

"Don't be scared, little girl. I've no desire to harm you. Comply, and I'll ensure you're well looked after."

The other man wore a far more menacing look, brandishing a sharp Swiss Army knife with a threatening snarl, "Defy us, and I won't hesitate to mar that pretty face of yours."

The chill wind whipped around Raegan, tossing her hair wildly as her complexion turned ashen with terror.

"Did you hear that?" the man with the dagger questioned, his lecherous gaze roaming unchecked over Raegan's ample bosom.

Regaining her composure, Raegan could do nothing but nod continuously while a visible shiver ran through her body.

The terror within her was so overwhelming, it rendered her thoughts incoherent.

Noticing her fright, the two men's wariness diminished considerably.

They believed that wielding their daggers wasn't necessary to intimidate fragile young girls like Raegan.