M was completely exhausted. She took a deep breath and waited for help to pull the Sentinel up. What appeared out of the sand was definitely not help. M's eyes moved nervously from one man to the other.<br/><br/>She was so tired, though, that she had to let the men pull her up. Once on the floor, she took a deep breath, looking at Jim. Her hand was sinking and she knew she had been double-crossed.<br/><br/>It was just way too much for her. She tried hard not to cry. It wasn't for her broken dream. It was exhaustion, and fear. Fear that made her stomach tighten when she heard Jim talking about raping her. The girl shook like a leaf, and pulled herself to her feet. She was tired, weak and unarmed. Yet, her survival instinct kicked in one more time.<br/><br/>Even though the girl wasn't able to do much, she would still try to defend herself. Kicking, scratching, biting, and screaming for help. Help she knew wouldn't come. The girl felt like something exploded when one of the men slapped her hard. She could feel the taste of blood as she had bitten her cheek from the inside. And his hand on his pants.<br/><br/>"Stop...", she managed to murmur, her voice now faint.