After the orders were given, yet a fourth man bent over, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her along the cement floor to the sofa in the middle of the living room.
Qin Zhi'ai had no idea why anyone would want to treat her like this, but she did know what they were intending to do.
Taking off my clothes! A camera! They think they're going to shoot a video?
Qin Zhi'ai instinctively began to resist, trying desperately to struggle out of his grip. She fought extraordinarily hard against the man dragging her, gathering strength that one only musters when in grave danger. The man did not expect her fight to be so fierce, and she managed to escape him.
She turned around to run toward the door. Without shoes, the crumbling floor hurt her feet, but gritting her teeth she sprinted.
Just as she was about to push it open, one of the men intercepted her and secured the door before she could get out.
