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"Well, well, well! What do we have here?"
I froze.
"Looky here boys. We have ourselves some entertainment." Sneers and laughter followed as I slowly raised my head. Three men were closing in on me, their faces lit with glee, and for the second time tonight, a wave of fear sliced through me like a cold knife.
I scrambled to my feet, realizing I had nowhere to go as my back pressed up against the warehouse wall. My eyes darted around looking for anything I could use as a weapon, but there was nothing.
"What's wrong sweetheart? Surely this is why you're out here on your lonesome. Surely this is what you want?" He grabbed his crotch suggestively and began to unbuckle his belt. I gulped, the terror rising in me as I realized what their version of fun meant. As they closed in, I could feel the panic rising in my throat and I knew I couldn't give in.
If they wanted a piece of me, they're gonna have to fight me!
I leapt forward, jabbing the hairy guy in front of me in the throat, satisfied at the choking sounds he made as I darted past him.
I screamed as I felt a yank on my arm. One of the men grabbed me, hauling me back against the wall, and knocking the wind out of me. My other arm was quickly pinned, and I struggled to free myself, looking either side at the two men holding me captive. The hairy guy who I'd jabbed straightened, still coughing, and rubbed his throat. He took a step forward, raising his hand with a menacing look on his face, and slapped me hard.
Pain exploded through my head as his hand made contact with my cheek and my head bounced off the wall behind me, making me see stars.
"You little bitch. You're gonna pay for that. And here I was thinking I'd be gentle with you."
The men on either side of me snickered. "Hope you like it rough, little lady." One of them sneered.
I was barely conscious as one of them tore my blouse open. I struggled, blinking my eyes, forcing them to focus, as I felt hands squeeze my breasts painfully. I screamed, kicking instinctively, and heard the hairy one grunt as I made contact with his stomach.
"Hold her down," he grunted. "Time to teach this bitch a lesson."
Another blow landed on my head, and I saw black.
Must stay conscious. Must…. Fight…. Back….
I could feel my body being hauled to the ground and felt weight applied on both sides. When my eyes stopped rolling in the back of my head, I was alarmed to find one of the men jerking off above me, his dick only inches from my face. Although I was disgusted by what was happening above me, my attention quickly left him as I felt hands running up my thighs, lifting my skirt and tearing away my panties. But no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move an inch. I was pinned hard to the ground by the three men and the panic and overwhelming fear I felt, slowly turned to hopelessness as I realized my worst fears were about to happen.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the men above me began to breathe heavily and the sound of the hairy one unbuckling his pants, jingled like impending doom in my ears.
"I'm gonna make you scream little girl."
Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't give them the satisfaction.
The tears I had been holding back slowly began to run down my cheeks as I heard the man spit a few times into his hand, and I felt him lean over me, his thighs spreading my legs wide. My whole body tensed as I dreaded the moment I'd feel him enter me.
Suddenly, the weight off one side of me lifted and I heard a grunt as a body dropped to the ground.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice was low, calm, controlled.
I opened my eyes to see the hairy one being lifted off me in surprise, and watched as he flew backwards, tripping on his pants around his ankles, and landing hard on the concrete.
The third guy hesitantly rose, backing away slowly, pulling up his pants.
"Hey man. She's all yours. We were just having a bit of-." His words were abruptly cut off as a tall man stepped from the shadows and punched him in the face. My assailant dropped without another sound.
Now unrestrained, I pressed my legs together, pulled my skirt down, and held my torn blouse together as best I could. I looked up at the hooded figure standing over me. I couldn't see his face in the dim lighting, and my fear slowly turned to discomfort when he didn't say anything.
What did he want? Did he want to rape me too?
As if he knew my thoughts, he spoke. His deep voice as even as before.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded warily.
"You shouldn't be here. It's not safe." I flinched away from him as he knelt and offered me his hand. "You need not be afraid of me."
I hesitantly took his hand, noticing the large scars running up his forearm as he pulled me to my feet. I shivered as he slowly withdrew into the shadows. I couldn't make out what he was doing, but when he returned, he was bare chested but with his jacket and hood still on.
He held out a hand. "Here. Put this on."
Taking the cloth in his hands I realized it was his shirt. I turned around and pulled it over my head.
"Thank you…" my voice trailed off as I turned back to emptiness, and I found myself shielding my eyes from the bright lights and the sound of screeching car tires….
