Lynsandra weakly slapped the man's hand away, only for someone to kick it aside and stomp on it violently. Meanwhile, the man laughed maniacally as he kept pouring alcohol into her mouth, not stopping even as she gagged and it overflowed.
"God…" One of the onlookers took a fearful step back and looked away. "Damn it! I told her to shut it."
"Even if she heard you, she already got their attention," the stranger beside him muttered, lowering his head.
It wasn't that some men didn't want to help — they did. But they also had to think of themselves. They came here to have fun, not to die.
Some women covered their mouths and looked away. As for the three ladies the gang had been harassing earlier, they could only watch in fear. A part of them felt guilty. She was the only one who had stepped in for them, and now she was the one suffering.
All they could do was look away bitterly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
