Sandy heard the footsteps getting nearer and nearer. Shit. This couldn't be good. He sped up his pace, just wanting to get home. But when he felt a hand grab his wrist, he had a feeling that he wouldn't. He tried to pull away, but he was just pulled harder.

"Just where do you think you're going?" The voice was unfamiliar. The mask the man was wearing, only making him appear more menacing.

"What do you want?" Sandy asked, trying to conceal the fear in his voice.

"I asked you a question…"

"I'm going home…"

"No… I don't think you are…" The man punched Sandy in the stomach before knocking him to the ground. Taking full advantage of his momentary shock, he pinned him beneath him, twisting his arm painfully behind him. "You're going nowhere faggot…"

Sandy tried to kick him, tried to pull away. Tried desperately just to move. Another man seemed to appear out of the fog. He kicked Sandy in the face before kneeling in front of him and pulling his head up painfully by his hair. "You like to suck cock, huh faggot?" He pulled a gun out of his jacket and ran the barrel over Sandy's quivering bottom lip. "Open your mouth…"

Sandy lied there almost motionless, refusing to oblige his request

The man pistol-whipped Sandy in the face. "I SAID OPEN YOUR MOUTH FAGGOT!"

"He don't want it in his mouth…" the other man started, moving his hands down to roughly pull at Sandy's jeans.

"NO!" Sandy tried desperately to pull away again, but only succeeded in getting the gun shoved into his mouth.

"That's right, suck on it! Pretend it's the DA's cock…" The man held Sandy's head like that for several minutes before finally pulling the gun out from between his lips. "Take 'em off…" he instructed the other man who did as he was told.

"NO! LET ME GO! DAMN IT!" Sandy again tried to pull away, but this time he was met with much heavier resistance. He could feel one of the men kick him repeatedly in the ribs, and tried desperately to bite back his screams.

"DO IT!" He heard one of the men say, and suddenly he could feel the gun tearing into him.

"NO! NO! NO! Please…" he tried desperately to pull away, but all he felt was the gun pushing into him deeper and deeper. He could hear the men laughing as they continued their assault on his body. "You like that, faggot? Huh?" One of them taunted, before shoving the gun into him even harder.

When the men finally stopped, Sandy was barely even conscious. He was vaguely aware of the blood dripping down his leg and then… nothing…