Chapter 5

"Why take three margaritas when you don't have the head for it, you idiot?" Ismena scolded her mirror self.

She isn't feeling drunk per say—she's still walking perfectly on her high heels, that's a plus, isn't it?—but she does feel too relaxed on the inside.

Straightening to her full height—which isn't that much—she staggered on her feet. Okay, maybe a little drunk. After washing her hands, she picked up her purse, turned towards the door and... Oops.

The same men that walked up to her minutes ago, stood blocking her exit. Is this not the female bathroom?

She's very sure it says 'female' at the door, so what is the gender that betrayed Jesus Christ doing in here?

Doesn't matter. She walked towards them to the door, but the other one got in front of her, stopping her from reaching her destination.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the exit." She directed to the lanky one in front of her. The not-so-lanky one turned and flipped the lock.

"We will like to have a little bit of your time, if you don't mind, Angel."

She snorted, "Sorry guys, not an Angel yet, but will be one in the next two months when I get up there." Forefinger pointed up, "That is IF I make it up there." Will she be making it to heaven? "I wouldn't be betting my money on it though. Not when I want to make the most of my last days here." She flashed a white set of teeth.

They looked at each other in confusion. Turned towards her again. "If you can just agree to play with us here, we will make you feel so good." Not-so-lanky licked his lips, staring drolly at her breasts.

"Am I allowed to decline this very generous offer?" Mentally, she tried to remember all the fighting tricks and taekwondo moves she learned eight years ago from her trainer, but her foggy head was too slow. Damn, margaritas.

They crowded her space, walking threateningly towards her, "I'm afraid that you can't, Angel."

The first hand that reached for her, she managed to grab hold of it and...CRACK!! The sound of bone breaking filled the air.

"Aaaaaah! She broke my arm!!" Lanky shouted in pain, lifting the hand in question.

Not-so-lanky shot a glare at her, "Oh yeah, I see you're a fighter, young lady. Well, we're going to see about that."

He grabbed both of her arms and twisted her in an effort to cage her but she began struggling with all her might. Raising her feet, she stomped hard on his booted feet, he roared in sheer pain, letting her go for a minute.

She made a run for it, but Lanky grabbed her by the hair—shit, her weakest point!—and pulled. She had to step back with a yelp or risk having her hair pulled out from the root. "Caught you now, haven't I? I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He finished the snarled threat with a heavy slap to her cheek.

Ismena's ears rang for a moment, she couldn't hear a thing, she was also dizzy...coupled with her alcoholic state, she lost strength and fell completely into his arms. Not-so-lanky recovered enough then to grab her hand again, this time around he was able to incapacitate her completely.

"Got you now, bitch!" Not-so-lanky barked, squeezing her hands to his sweaty armpit and pressing his arm hard to keep her from withdrawing her arms, he grabbed hold of her breasts and squezed so hard, a loud cry tore from her lips

She began screaming for help as loud as she could, twisting her body away from their seeking evil hands. She got only a few seconds of the scream before Lanky slapped his palm to her mouth, effectively shutting her up.

Using his free hand, he withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and managed to tie it around her mouth. "This will definitely shut you up more." His voice was breathless from all her struggles.

"How are we gonna go about this?" Not-so-lanky asked his friend.

"I'll go first since you're holding her arms and legs captive. Lay her down on the floor. In a few minutes, she'll be wiped out and sexy for us anyway, but until then, I can't wait," He was already unbuckling his pants as he said so.

There's definitely some kind of substance in this handkerchief pressed to her lips, Ismena thought dreadfully. Already she's starting to feel more... relaxed than before.

She still struggled as best as she could as Not-so-lanky laid her out on the floor of the bathroom, still holding the vital parts of her body captive.

All of a sudden she heard the door burst open.

For a moment, she thought she was hearing things—has to be, after all, she heard them lock the door—but as she managed to pull herself a little bit to the side and looked...

A man stood at the door. No, not 'stood'. He FILLED the door. Is that even a man?

He was huge. Not in a fat-way kind of huge but in an I-kill-people-and-eat-their-bones-for-breakfast kind of huge. An unsmiling very handsome face—if her drunken eyes are telling her the truth—muscular like a bodybuilder, black hair, and arms like a tree trunk.

He-aven-ly bra!

The only thing screaming I'm 'out-of-place-here!' is the black suit he was wearing—it just doesn't belong. It looks like it's trying to 'tame' him, and failing miserably for that matter. The man put the 'R' in Scary.

"Who the fuck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled.

Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way.

When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time."