I struck without thinking. My hands balling into fists and before the man could utter a word, I punched him straight on the nose. The sound of cartilage breaking felt like music to my ears but I couldn’t bask in my accomplishment because as soon as the man dropped like a sack of potatoes his friends were on me.
One managed to grab my arm and tried to pull it behind my back but I tried to resist by attempting to kick him in the balls but missed. I felt arms slithering around my waist and I screamed as I tried to shove the man off me. I wouldn’t let them take me away. I didn’t even want to imagine what they’d do to me if they did manage to have me.
“Stop fighting us, little girl. We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to have a good time,” the man I punched said. I hate that he manage
