"Please! Don't!" the girl pleaded.
The men surrounding her just laughed, and continued their advance. They had backed into a corner; there was no escape.
"Hey, the boss isn't here yet." One of the men said; he was tall and boney, with greasy hair and a wicked grin on his face. "Maybe we could have some fun with her."
A general rumbling of approval came from the crowd of ten thugs-for-hire.
"No..." was all the girl could say as they advanced upon her.
Rough hands seemed to grabbing every part of her body. Her struggles were useless, and the hands began tearing her clothes off her body. Soon she was dressed in only a white lace bra and matching panties. The men took a couple of steps backward to admire the quick work they did on the blond.
"No...don't" she gasped, knowing what was going to happen, no matter what she said.
The skinny man who had instigated this humiliation took a step forward, the sick grin still on his face as he unbuckled his jeans and began to unzip them.
Thwip.........crunch.........
The skinny man let out a blood curdling scream. It was obvious to see why. Protruding from his shoulder was a strange metal contraption. It resembled a bear-trap that had closed. Teeth about six inches long lined a chrome hinge, which was currently snapped shut, digging painfully into the would-be-rapist's shoulder. Attached to this device was a long, black chain.
The nine other men and the almost-rape victim followed the chain back to its source. Standing about ten feet away from them was a tall figure dressed in an all white suit with a black tie and shoes. In his gloved hands he held a length of coiled black chain. It was too dark in the ally to see the man's face. He stood very still, surveying the scene before him. Skinny kept screaming, his face now drained of blood. The woman cowered against the wall, too terrified to move or make a sound. After what seemed like hours, the man in the suit suddenly yanked the chain he was holding. It came whizzing back, and he caught it deftly in his now outstretched hand.
Thump
Something had fallen to the asphalt. Skinny had also stopped screaming. Sensing his change in composure, the crowd of thugs turned back to see what had happened. There stood Skinny, still staring at his arm...or rather where his arm had been. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he gaped in silent horror at the stump gushing blood. All other eyes were also transfixed on the bloody spectacle until Skinny suddenly slumped to his knees and fell forward with a sickening thud.
He was dead.
The girl who had almost been raped by Skinny had watched the events unfold before her in horror, still unable to make a sound. The group of men before her finally tore their gaze from their dead comrade and fixed it on the man who had killed him. He was still standing as calmly as before this time with a severed arm in his hand, which he tossed lightly so it landed at the foot of the crowd.
"You were hired to find this woman, and wait for me" the man said softly with a slight Russian accent, "Your friend decided to disobey orders. Decided to...rape...her." He spat the word "rape" as if it was a bad taste in his mouth, "and for that he paid dearly."
He took a smooth step forward, and all present gasped at the sight of him. On his head he wore a mask that was a snow-white human skull, grinning teeth and all. It covered his entire head; the only visible feature of his real face was the sticking blue eyes that peered behind too large eye-holes in the mask.
"Thank you men, you are relieved. Your payments have been wired to your preferred accounts."
The men made no move to leave. They were still too shaken up for what they had just witnessed.
The man narrowed his eyes in anger, "LEAVE!" he shouted at the thugs.
This seemed to send the message, and the group of criminals scurried past the man in the suit and out of the dark ally, disappearing into the night.
Still in her bra and panties, the woman was now shivering in fright as well as response to the cold night air. She eyed the man wearily, knowing that he had saved her from rape...but was what he wanted any better? The same?
"Come" He said, and held out his hand to the woman.
