Before, TW: Gore, Attempted Rape.
No one is coming.
The one that smelled like mold backed down as one of the men came closer, and it was all I could do not to throw up as I felt his grubby hands all over me. I was fighting at this point, hard.
"Get away from me!" I yelled.
"Shut the fuck up, little slut!" the one touching me said as he struggled to seize my hands.
"Grab her by the neck, they like that shit," one of the others spoke. I think to any human being, it was fairly obvious I did not want this. Powerlessness made me cry even harder. I had to stop this.
No one's coming.
I must have reacted on instinct because before one of them grabbed me by the neck, I bit him.
"Stupid bitch," he said as he slapped me really hard.
