..What If.. -- Club Alien

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What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

What if I'm a world unturning?

What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow

Much too deep?

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Even dazed by the blows she had been delivered, Kat still fought for her dignity. She clamped her thighs closed even as the beast on top of her was shoving her skirt up around her hips and tearing at the simple black lace of her panties. Her arms were useless, pinned above her head by a second attacker. They were laughing, conversing as if they were doing no more than watching a sporting event. Hatred blazed in the dark mocha of her gaze, and she spat into the face of the ginger haired man holding her arms. He swore colorfully, and then pain captured the tender flesh of her inner thigh. The man on top of her, the blonde...he was digging his large, meaty fingers into her flesh, pinching with such force she was sure he was about to break skin. Her knees fell open involuntarily, if only to get away from the pain. She didn't cry out though. No, she would NOT do that. They didn't deserve to hear her plead. It was surely what they wanted, and if her only victory in this whole mess was her ability to keep from begging, she could be satisfied.

The pavement was cold against her bottom as the blonde managed to
rip away her panties, and the first icy tendrils of fear began to sink low in the pit of her belly. Even a veteran of rape would admit that no matter how many times it had happened, you can never prepare fully for the next. And Kat had never experienced it in his MAGNITUDE. Three men...one after the other. Would she be able to survive this? Could she? Or would they simply use her up and throw her in one of the nearby dumpsters like so much trash?

Kat didn't have another moment to contemplate her impending date further. Just as she was steeling herself for the penetrating pain that was sure to come, a startled cry sounded from somewhere to the side. The sound didn't register in her mind at first, not for what it truly was. In reality, she had forgotten the third male, contending with her two captors being first oaks foremost in her mind. It wasn't until the ginger uttered a startled what the fuck? and released her arms that Lat finally understood that the scales might have tipped slightly in her favor.

She didn't pause to think about it. Releasing a snarl much like a wild animal, she lunged at the man on too of her. Her long, black painted fingernails found their home in the sockets of the blonde male's eyes, and she raked then ruthlessly down. He howled in pain, pulling back from her reflexively. Kat was already squirming, trying fiercely to get out from beneath his oppressive weight. She was very nearly out from under him when a fist connected with her temple. Stunned, she fell back to the pavement, quite literally seeing stars.

The man who had been instructed to keep watch was taken aback by the feel of a hand clamping around the collar of his shirt. He was by far the youngest of the group, and new to the streets. He had been excited by the prospect of proving himself to his new friends, and banging the bitch would have been the perfect way. His problem was that when it had started, he couldn't help but sneak a peek. And well, once he'd gotten an eyeful of the redhead, he hadn't been able to look away. That had been his undoing. He tried to whirl out of the iron grip he was claimed with, yelling obscenities at the unknown captor.

"Hey man, mind your business!" The redhead growled, advancing on the newcomer. He was no fighter, he left that dirty work to the Todd, the blonde. But from the sounds of things, Todd had his hands full back there contending with the firecracker. "Ain't nothin' to see here!"

Kat knew she could not lose consciousness, but oh, the darkness seemed so comforting. It would be easy to give up and let it consume her...but Kat was never about easy. Even stunned and in pain, she knew somewhere deep down she had to get away. Her kids fluttered just in time to see the blonde male standing above her, and a moment later he was pulling her to her feet by a fistful of her own long red locks. She hissed in pain, and was hit with a wave of dizziness when she was forced to her feet. Something cold was pressed to her throat, something metal. Kat knew better than to struggle...not yet anyway. She was half dragged, half pushed a couple of steps, and in the vagueness of the dark, she could make out the form of another man, one opposing one of her captors. "Look, you just head on back down the alley. We didn't see you, you didn't see us." The blonde growled, pressing the blade more firmly to Kat's neck. She lifted her chin almost defiantly, as if daring him to move that sharp metal across her flesh. Her dark gaze flicked wildly across the faces of her two other attackers, and then landed on the obscure form of the other male. Would he help? Or would he go?

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What if I'm the kindest demon?

Something you might not believe in

What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen

To sleep?

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