Until then, Keir had been balanced on the edge of control, hanging on by his fingertips, believing they’d be satisfied when they realized he wasn’t recording them.
But then one of them unbuckled Keir’s belt.
Keir exploded into a twisting, writhing mass of panic. Horrific images of gang rape filled his brain, ripping away all sense of reason. He thrashed and punched wildly, making contact with a nose. That man howled and dropped Keir’s left arm. The second man also lost his grip, dropping the other arm. With hisfeet still held in the air, Keir’s weight rocketed him down head first. His temple hit the floor, and his glasses flew off and skittered away.
The thug still holding his feet managed to strip off Keir’s jeans before letting the rest of him crash to the floor.