Miss Mei Chui

Suddenly I'm lifted into the air, and grunt as one of the men place me over his shoulder. I try to scream, the sound muffled and empty. I struggle, writhing in his arms, trying to escape as he carries me through my small apartment and out the door. I look around wildly as he walks calmly, me slung over his shoulder like a sack, to the stairs, down the stairs, and out of the building. Oh god, I think, let someone see, let someone see what is happening. The streetlights glare down on us as we reach the sidewalk, and he tosses me into the back of a large van, making me scream again as I land hard on the floor of the vehicle. I try to scream again, terror filling me as he closes the door, leaving us in darkness, and I hear his partner get into the front of the van, start it up, and pull away.

"Another Asian one," the man with me says to his partner.

"Yah. They're really popular nowadays."

"You know who's she going to?"

"No. Don't care. It's just more meat for the grinder."

"This one's got a nice ass, though, for an Asian bitch" he says, his hand slipping under my panties, roughly squeezing my flesh, making me scream again and try to roll away from him, to kick him, his grip on my upper arm hardening, a long whine of pain coming from behind my gag. "Mind if I tear off a piece?" he continues as if I didn't exist, his hand on my ass squeezing harder, painfully.

"Nah. Just don't break her."