Thread: Bring The Kids (As Day Fades & vertigis)

They stopped the back-and-forth joking when she spoke up, shambling toward them. The grins lingered on each man's face. They looked at her, watching as she tugged up her pissed-on panties, watching the shorts get left behind and the overall frightened look in her face. They caught everything except for the shard clutched in a hand hanging nonchalantly at her side. Aa-FUCK!! Brody's eyes whipped about as she dashed through them, first to Christy, then to Cregg as he stumbled to the side, then back to Christy, managing a touch of her brunette hair as it slipped through his outstretched fingers. He stepped after her quickly, reaching and missing again, then again when she went for the door, this time grabbing her by the wrist, grabbing her by the hair, and slamming his running body into her, sandwiching the girl between himself and the door. What the fuck'd you do bitch, as he took a step back and slammed forward again, his large 6'5 frame and hefty gut giving her nowhere to go. When he stepped back again the hands that held her, gripping both the base of her hair and the wrist that was on the door handle, clenched on her hard, jerking her away from the door and the corner. He literally tossed her with his strength he jerked her so hard, whipping her back to the center of the bathroom, where he and his friend had been standing before. The clatter of glass hitting the floor came next. You dumb BITCH, seethed Cregg, right arm gripping his left bicep, right foot coming forward, punting the side of Christy's face with a steel-toed combat boot. He took a few steps back after that, back pressing to the tile wall, knees bent, shoulders and spine slumped forward. Teeth bared and lip curled to a snarl, blood clearly trickled all down the dark leather sleeve, through the lines of his fingers as he gripped his arm tight. Shit, she cut you man? Oh, it's fuckin' on. Brody took two steps forward, the first to close the distance. The second evolved into a kick, straight between her legs, right into a cunt punt. - - - - Even as Tamara pushed herself to a corner with her feet, hands up, eyes closed, pleading to be let be, one of the two was already gripping her by the ankle. His other hand went to the bottom of her shoe and pulled, pulling her from the corner, pulling her across the musty old floor and out to the front of the counter. He shoved her leg aside, letting go, following up with a good, swift kick to her right hip and upper thigh. This was Michael, or Mike, a guy with short black hair, black gapped rings in his earlobes, snake bites on his lower lip and a flame tattoo that came up from both sides of his shoulders, visible halfway up his neck. Damn right you're done, you little black bitch. He was that one, too. Heyy, heeyyy, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. The one with the knife, Tom, or to his friends, Tommy, put up both hands, palms open, thumb still holding the knife to the one. Who says it's gotta be? Don't be so hasty to damage the merchandise my man. What? Are you seriously gonna- Have you seriously checked out her body? C'mon, didn't you see those legs when she was running? That ass? Look at her rack right now, he exclaimed, gesturing with his free hand. He looked to Tamara now with a smile. What d'ya say, baby? You take off your clothes, you let us get off our nuts, and we'll let you go free. All we want is a good time, okay? I promise. With the toothy smile he tossed her a wink.