Right now she was easy prey for the bastard. All he had to do was yank at her dress and she would be a naked feast for his eyes.
He did not have the strength of Cassius, if it had been so, the piece of fabric she called dress would have easily been ripped off from her body the moment his hands touched it.
"Re—Release m-me!" She cried out with the little strength she had while holding firmly to the top of her dress, trying her all to fight him if she could.
But what could a sick, weak, beaten woman do?
"You are just a useless woman! You are not even fit to be called a woman but at least you have these on your chest!" He groped her left breast, and his eyes widened in delight as he did so.
He seemed rather pleased by the feel of her against his palm.
"And this between your legs!" He reached for the part between her legs and she wiggled even more as he touched her there from above the dress. She kicked and her knee impaled his side.
