Deep breaths. You can freak out after you get away from these guys.
Fishy-breath started pawing at her breast while he thrust his hips against her ass.
Do not vomit. Do not vomit.
Fuck.
“Let go of me, Fishy-breath! You can’t do this!”
“Oh, we’re doing this!” Frog-face told her, yanking his pants down. She couldn’t see his cock. Probably a good thing. Who knew where that thing had been or what it had done.
Eww. Eww. Eww.
Leaning over, she gave in and vomited all over Frog-face, who had his dick hanging out. He screeched, jumping back and falling on his ass.
“What the fuck? What the fuck?” he yelled.
She heard footsteps running toward them.
“What is it? What happened?” Garbage-feet demanded, rushing back into the alley.
“She vomited on my dick. There’s fucking vomit on my dick!” Frog-face yelled.
If he expected sympathy, then he was out of luck. Garbage-feet leaned over and started howling with laughter.
She was beginning to suspect these guys weren’t hardened criminals. Not that it made them less dangerous. But they were stupid. As Garbage-feet laughed and Frog-face sat, crying over his vomit-covered cock, she brought up her foot and drove it down on Fishy-breath’s foot. Honestly, fishy didn’t even come close to describing his breath. It smelled like a rat had died in his mouth.
No wonder she’d vomited.
Well, that, and she was freaking terrified.
Fishy-breath screamed in pain. She slammed her elbow into his gut. Unfortunately, he still had a hold of her. She threw her head back and heard his nose crunch.
Oh, that was just nasty.
But he let her go and she stumbled forward. Garbage-feet reached for her, and she drew her leg back, hoping she could kick him in the nuts. Instead, she ended up kicking him in the shins and it was her turn to scream.
Open-toed shoes were not good for kicking people. Noted.
Ouch! Shit!
Garbage-feet grabbed her, slamming her against the wall. “Fucking shut up, bitch! What you trying to do? Wake up the whole fucking neighborhood?”
Wasn’t that the point? That’s what she wanted!
Why didn’t she think of that before?
She let out a scream that hurt her throat. A sweaty, rough hand was pressed over her mouth, suffocating the sound almost immediately.
Instinct had her biting down on his hand. Yuck! That was disgusting. Garbage-feet screamed. He backhanded her so hard that her face swung to the side, making her neck ping in pain. Tears filled her eyes.
And there was a strange thumping noise. Wait, no, that wasn’t her head . . .
“What the fuck is going on here!” a man yelled.
Suddenly the guy that had been pinning her to the wall was ripped away. It took all of her strength to stay standing. She heaved for breath, her body shaking as she watched the man who’d yelled slam his fist into Garbage-feet’s face, making him stumble back onto his ass. He turned as Fishy-breath ran at him, tackling him to the ground.
Oh no! He was probably some good Samaritan who didn’t have a clue what he was doing and she was going to get him killed.