It wasn’t until she felt hands on her once again that her mind fully came out of the fog that its collision with the floor had caused. She fought against him, struggling to get herself free from his grip. But he was far stronger than he looked, being a stout man who looked like he could wear himself out easily. It didn’t take nearly as much time as she had expected before she found herself restrained to the point where she could no longer fight back, her legs forced apart. She struggled to pull her knees tighter together, trying to stop him from having access to what lay between her thighs. Her eyes widened when she saw the knife, Luca approaching the two of them. Her struggling ceased the moment that the knife came within an inch of her body, eyes transfixed on the glinting blade as she lay there, petrified in fear, as if she was afraid that struggling would only cause that razor sharp edge to bite into flesh rather than fabric.<br/><br/>She whimpered as he didn’t even bother with the buttons. Sliding the blade down the front of her blouse and ripping it open, leaving the remains of her shirt pinned benyeaheath her and wrapped around her arms, but exposing her breasts to the cool spring air.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Nooo”</span>she whimpered, her eyes going wide as the knife tore through her belt, before his fingers hooked into the thin mesh of her stockings, pulling it away from her body and slicing through it, tearing it easily before cutting away her panties and tossing the remnants onto the floor. A sob caught in her throat as she closed her eyes tightly, flinching at Vessini’s touch. She tried to think of somewhere else, anywhere but where she was.<br/><br/>Course fingers grabbing at her breasts, rolling her nipples, hard from the cold between them as luca spoke up once more, breaking her concentration on trying to go somewhere else.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Please… please stop… don’t do this…”</span><br/><br/>Ilario walked over, picking up the pair of panties that Luca had dropped on the floor, carefully balling the shredded fabric up in his fingers before stuffing it unceremoniously into her mouth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">“Stop talking.”</span>he murmured, before returning to one of the chairs and settling in with a cigarette to watch the other two. He’d let them have their fun. But than he’d get his turn.