Comply and drop the bags

Vert carefully placed the bags of goods on the floor, pushing them foreword with her foot.

"I do not wish to cause any trouble." Vert said, showing her hands as a sign of peace.

The leader of the trio glanced at the bags, then motioned for one of his stooges to come and grab them. He did as instructed, grabbing them and taking a peek inside.

"Oh hell yeah!" His friend cheered. "A new game system? Parts for a PC? This shit costs an arm and a leg!"

"Heh, looks like we struck gold." The leader grinned. "Those parts ain't any good on their own, but they'll fetch a good price to anyone ****, I'm sure."

"Are we done, then?" Vert asked.

The leader's good mood vanished in a blink, replaced with a scowl as he looked at Vert. "Are we done then? Listen to this bitch. She's being robbed and she's got the nerve to act so pompous about it! Rich bitches like you piss me the hell off!"

"You tell her, boss!"

"Yeah, we don't want bitches like you around here!"

His stooges backed him up, all of them looking quite angry at her. Vert had a feeling she made a misstep.

"We were just gonna take your goodies and let you walk off, but now? Now I feel like you need to be taught a lesson." The trio started getting closer to Vert, prompting the increasingly nervous woman to back up until her back hit a wall. It didn't take long for them to encircle around her.

"Damn..." The leader of the group dropped his gaze down to her considerable chest. "For a pompous bitch, you got a hot as hell body. Those tits are fucking huge!"

Vert's eyes widened, a cold chill running up her spine as she took note of the lustful stares of the men surrounding her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as her heart began to race, looking for a way out.

"Ah ah," The leader brought his knife up, pointing it at her. "You don't want to think about running now, don't you? My boys and I would hate to hurt a pretty face like yours."

Vert gritted her teeth, preparing herself for the worst as the men began to get closer to her.