Her attacker laughed as she tried to crawl away one handed, the other hand instinctively at her mouth. Jen's groans grew louder with each breath she took. She could feel them, cracked, bent and crooked, pushed into every wrong angle. Her tongue pressed against them, and her stomach churned as she felt them move with such little force. If she had been able to speak, she would've begged for mercy. That she'd learned her lesson, that she wouldn't bother them again, that she'd do anything as long as they let her go. Instead, she whimpered as she tried to drag herself away.