So I'm entering a contest and since its kinda whacked up I'm just going to post it.
-The time right now is only 11:54 so I still have a chance at entering the contest sorry if it's really long-
They drilled punches in my stomach. I tried to hunch over to protect myself but two grabbed my arms and restricted me. The leader and a few others flew punches and kicks. They all stopped for a second.
"You done fighting back yet, b****?" The leader snarled. I looked up at him through my hair.
"Go to hell" I croaked. His nostrils flared and my head jerked to the side with a sharp pain on my cheek. Spots blurred my vision.
"You son of a b****" I growled. He laughed and punched in my ribs. After a few more bone crushing punches he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
"About had enough yet?" He smirked. My blood boiled and I spit a mouthful of blood and spit in his face. He jerked back wiping off of himself.
"Never mind, boys. Tear this b**** to pieces." They dropped me and more punches were thrown and kicks. When there was an opening I kicked one right between the legs. He stumbled off gripping his manhood in pain. I scrambled to my feet and the leader stood me up and drilled me in the stomach. I crunched over choking. The next hit me in the jaw and I was down.
"We got her." The leader grinned wolfishly. As I lay practically paralyzed.
"If she fought this much that means she had something worth fighting for. Let's check out what that is." He smirked down at me. I was hoisted up and pinned on the wall. Leader paced looking and me, studying me. One of them pulled up my sleeve revealing my arm. I tried to pull my arm back in vain.
"So she likes hiding does she?" the leader said to his right hand man. He advanced up to me and balled the sides of my button down shirt in his fists. Then he tore it open. That is when I found the last amount of fight let in me and my last option. I let loose a loud caterwaul. I screeched and jerked myself around trying to dislodge the prying hands.
"Hold her tight" the right hand man ordered and my jerking was shuddered to a stop. I screamed harder and the leader covered my mouth roughly. I wore my tank top underneath my button down that was all that barricaded me from the wolves.
I took a chance and bit down on his hand. Hard. He screamed and smacked me I let go and started screaming again. I felt a rough hand grope under my shirt. If possible my screaming became louder. To shut me up he used my stomach as a punching bag.
"Shut up!" he roared as he punched me. I was reduced to biting my lip as tears streamed down my face. When he groped somewhere other than my butt and under my shirt I lost it.
"GO TO HELL! GET OFF OF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE! NO! GOD HELP! HELP! GET YOUR DIRTY F****** HANDS OFF OF ME!" I screeched. Another punch to the face and I went limp.
"Hey!" I heard someone yell. I heard feet pounding and the arms holding me loosened.
"We're calling the cops!" Then they let my body drop. I dragged myself into a sitting position and screamed."You are f****** a** holes! How dare you! I f****** hate you! Go to f****** HELL!" I cried as I saw their retreating forms. I wrapped my shirt and jumper around me. My tears had dried and I couldn't shut my eyes. I just stayed curled in the fetal position hugging my knees.
"I think we have to carry her, lads." I heard a voice say softly. I peered up trough my eyelashes and hair to see a head nod. A pair of arms ducked behind my knees and around my back then lifted me up to be cradled in a pair of strong arms.
After a while I felt the person carrying me sat down. One arm was left wrapped around my back. I felt my hair get brushed away from my ears and breath tickled down my neck. I shivered.
