Thank you to those who favorited this story, added it to their story alerts, or added me to their list of favorite authors! It means so much to me! *cue tears of happiness* As a gift, here is the next chapter! I'll try to get chapter three up as soon as possible, but until then, enjoy chapter two!
Chapter 2
"Well, look what we have her boys. Looks like we hit the jackpot tonight, fellas!" the leader of the gang said as he stroked the younger kunoichi's side, causing a shiver to course down her spine. She was in no way enjoying being felt up by street scum. Both girls were trying to suppress their fears and anger, until one of the leader's lackeys spoke up.
"Hey boss, can we keep 'em both? They look like they could use a good time." A chorus of agreements were voiced within the gang, as their leader made his decision.
"A'right, boys, but I get first dibs on this one 'ere." An uninvited hand went made its way into Kenya's kimono. A gasp escaped her trembling lips as she struggled to get away. From the corner of her eyes she could see Sophie struggling to fight off the others, at one point ducking and sweeping her leg underneath one of the men and knocking him down, while managing to draw blood from the arm of another. Kenya couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing her silver-haired companion fighting for the both of them drove her over the edge.
"Unhand me." Her entire being trembled with anger and the fear of being raped.
"Why? The fun's just gettin' started, babe," the gang leader purred into her ear, his hand groping more of her smooth, milk chocolate skin.
Sophie was still trying to fight of the other purple dragons, but was quickly failing. There were too many of them for her to on by herself. She had just dodged another attack when a pair of arms grabbed her from behind.
"Gotcha!"
Her emerald green eyes darted to each of the men's faces, noting the look of lust in their eyes with disgust. 'Damn it! Why didn't I realize there was one behind me?!'
She looked away from their faces, glancing back over at Kenya. Their eyes met, emerald orbs apologizing to amethyst ones, violet irises displaying fear compassion for her and fear for the both of them. Just when all hope seemed lost, a voice spoke from the top of one of the buildings.
"You purple dragons disgust me." It sounded as if it was a guy. His voice had an air of maturity and leadership to it that caused a shiver to go down Kenya's spine. Or maybe it was because of the nightly breeze...
Another voice spoke into the night sky. "Ya guys are fuckin' sick!" This voice had an animalistic tone to it along with a rough Brooklyn accent, that made Sophie's heartbeat accelerate. Or maybe it was the adrenaline from the fear of being raped...
Review please or face the wrath of the baculum! Uh, sorry! I finished typing this during Latin class (baculum = stick). I'm so weird...but people love me anyway! :3
