I struggled to get up, but the men held me down. I fought them desperately, but the more I struggled, the weaker I felt. Giant, grimy hands reached out and ripped my t-shirt.

My body trembled, and I cried in despair, "Get away... Help me..."

Although I screamed, I was too drained to resist. The men were like savage wolves, and they ignored my pleas.

One large man had already undone my jeans, and another was pulling them down.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a deafening crash. I knew someone had arrived. Desperately, I cried, “Help me…”

There was another loud noise, as if the entire room were shaking.

"Let go of me... Help!" I screamed as I clawed at the hands holding me.

Then, I heard a voice.

"Chloe, don't be scared. It's me!" Strong arms enveloped me, offering solace. I sobbed, and the familiar voice whispered, "Don't be afraid. I’m here!"

I clung to him, feverishly whispering, "Hold me. Please don’t leave..."

Atlas quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around me.