Tonia's POV
"No, please don't." I struggled to push myself up, but their boots connected with my shoulder, slamming me back down against the cold asphalt. A sharp grunt escaped my lips as pain shot through my body.
One of them straddled me, his knees pinning my waist to the ground. Revulsion churned in my stomach as his weight pressed down on me.
His fingers wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air. In desperation, I fumbled for the silver pocket knife I had grabbed from my car seat earlier. My trembling hands managed to flip it open just as I drove the blade deep into the side of his neck.
He let out a savage roar and stumbled backward, clutching the wound as dark blood seeped between his fingers.
"You little bitch!" Another one snarled before his boot crashed into my stomach.
I rolled into a tight ball, arms wrapped protectively around my middle as agony tore through me. A low moan escaped my throat.
