She remembered that scumbag because he was the first one to pounce on her, even though she had suffered terribly that night and had almost been tortured to death by several men in the end.
Yet she had to admit that the man who had pounced first was strong and much younger than the ones who followed, which indeed had made her feel quite good.
Only now, those scumbags were like endless nightmares to her; she would rather die than ever see those filthy, hateful men again.
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