Cover myself up

The shame overtakes me and I cover myself, one hand over my chest and the other over my crotch. I look down towards the floor, unable to look them in the eye.

The muscular man kicks my clothes over to my feet.

"Put your fucking clothes back on."

I think seeming pitiful may have actually spared me further aggression.

He turns to his partner.

"And you, fucking focus. You can get your rocks off later."

They're both talking to one another and their eyes are off me. Maybe this is the opportunity I need. It's risky attacking when they're both in the room, but it may still be my best chance.