Forget this guy, run pass him.

From Create Your Own Story

"You know what? Forget it." You begin to frantically push past the stranger. "I don't have time to stay here and play bargain games with you, mister."

Without a word, he casually steps aside to allow you a path. You quickly speed-walk past him. Just then, a beam of light caught you from behind and cast your shadow against the gray garage floor.

"Hey! There she is!" One of the guards called out from not too far behind you.

You break into a full-out sprint, although you're not sure where you are going, and you're suddenly reminded of how difficult it is to run while wearing a short skirt. You can hear the footsteps of several men echoing off the walls. It's difficult to tell how far behind they are, and just as difficult to tell what lies in front of you.

"Ah!" You let out a sharp cry as your ankle stumbles over a pipe protruding out of a concrete pillar, cauaing you to fall chest-first onto the cold, solid garage floor. You place your palms against the floor to push back up, but a heavy hand push you back down from behind, preventing your upward motion.

"I got her, boys!" The guard who pushed you down called out to his straggling colleagues, who ran over gasping for air.

"Man! This bitch is fast!" One of the stragglers grunted between deep breaths. "What now? Should I tell Mr. Clark we got her?"

"Hmmm....maybe not just yet." The man who caught you chuckled deeply, which gave you a really bad feeling. "She's pretty cute. Why don't we have our share of the fun first before bringing her in?"

"Ooh, I like that idea!"

Uh oh. This is trouble. You realized their intention and tried to push your body up with all your might. But your captor noticed your struggle and placed both hands on top of your back. Your petite figure unable to overcome the massive force of his weight, you lay helplessly with your breasts pinned against the ice-cold floor.

"Uh oh, she's a feisty one." The guard holding you down chuckled, which drew a round of mocking laughter from his colleagues.

"I guess we'll have to make her feel so good that she won't even think of getting away." The comment from another guard drew another round of laughter. You feel a rough, sweaty palm beginning to slide up your thigh. Realizing your inevitable fate, you shut your eyes tightly and bit your lips, dreadfully awaiting for your body to be violated.