Love is the Sunshine novel Chapter 194

When she entered the room, all the men sized her up instantly. Some licked their lips while they looked at her from head to toe. Some smirked and some frowned. But one thing was for sure, they all looked like hungry wolves who waited for their prey.

She forced herself to walk further into the room and placed the plate Erica gave her on the table in the middle of the room. She was relieved for a second that nothing was about to happen when a callous hand slithered to her waist. She heard one man chuckling beside her.

"You must be new. I've never seen you before," one of the men asked, a lewd smile occupied his face.

Carla slid her hand on her waist to remove his arm and forced herself to return his smile. "Yes, I am, sir. And if you'll let me, I'd love to set your table first."

She held her breath and turned to march to the door.

But one of the men grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

"There's no rush, my dear. The others can take care of the dishes. Come here. Sit by my side," the man invited her. He took her hand and pulled her down towards her on his lap. He was a strong man and she couldn't break free from his grasp.

Carla closed her eyes and prayed for this to be over soon. She opened her eyes to look for a way to escape. Even if she fought back, she'd be able to fight off only one or two men but she couldn't handle all of them.

And Brooke was right outside the door. He'd catch her immediately.

She racked her brain to find some way to escape when the man's hand slithered to her breast.

All sense flew out the door and Carla slapped the man on the face by instinct.

"You little bitch! I'll teach you how to act in here!" the man screamed while he rubbed the part where Carla slapped him. He grabbed her arm and threw her on the sofa.

"Now, you're gonna get it. I'll teach how to act, you whore!"

The man gritted his teeth in anger and pulled Carla's dress up to expose the white, tender skin of her thigh. Carla screamed and struggled to push her dress down.

"Get off of me!" Carla screamed in his face. Carla fought him off but he was too strong. She turned towards the table and found a corkscrew she could use. She took it without a second thought and aimed it at his face.

The long twisted piece of metal cut his cheek deep and blood flowed out.

"Ow!" The man touched the gash and winced. He looked at his fingers and was surprised to see blood.

He fumed and slapped Carla again on the face and sent her down on the floor.

"You bitch! How dare you hurt me!" the man roared.

Carla ignored the pain from the slap. She grabbed the corkscrew and rushed towards the door.

She didn't care how many men there were in the room. She needed to try to escape than be at the mercy of these devils.

If she stayed, she had no idea what they would do to her.

"Stop, you slut!"

Carla was already by the door but someone pressed her against the door with a broken beer bottle against her back.

"Get back here. Or you'll be sorry," the man threatened in Carla's ear. Ice dripped from his voice while he held a towel against his bloody cheek.

Carla paused and tried to think of her options quickly. She was in a dangerous dilemma. Should she risk her life and run away or endure this torture? She needed to make a choice now.

Finally, she unclenched her first and the corkscrew dropped on the floor. She held up her hands to surrender.

She wouldn't be able to go out the door since the man held her against it. He'd be able to cut her faster than her escape.

Carla lowered her head to avoid his eyes and mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you. This is my first time here and I got scared and—I'm sorry. Please forgive me, sir,"

she pleaded. She kept her hands raised and turned around to face them. She kept still and leaned against the door and waited for the man to talk.

"Come here! Now!" the man growled, his hand with the broken bottle still raised.

Carla nodded. The man lowered his hand and stepped back to give Carla room to move.

The moment he stepped back, she turned around quickly to open the door. She ran as fast she could away from the room.

Half-naked and disheveled, Carla dashed to the other side of the hallway and searched for a way to escape.

"Hey! Stop!"

She didn't turn around but knew everybody in the room came running after her.

Carla saw a fire exit at the end of the door and used a quick second to decide to exit through that door or the front door. If she ran out from this door, she couldn't get far because of the narrow streets. But the front door would give her better chances to escape.

It was risky but it was worth it.

Carla made up her mind and used all her strength to run faster and down the stairs.

Thank goodness she was on the second floor. Even if the men took the elevator, she would still reach the front door ahead of them.

Carla gasped for air when she saw the front door. She didn't hesitate and dashed towards it.

But the moment she approached the front door, another man pushed the curtain towards her and entered.

Carla saw him at the last second and slammed into the man.