Use the phone

Penny briefly thought of running again, but the man was clearly in good shape. He was less winded than she was, and his tight T-shirt helped to emphasize his muscular build. In better situations, he might have been her type.

She fumbled for the screen of her phone but it was obviously a mistake. The man kicked her hand, hard, and the device bounced off into the grass. She reflexively grabbed after it, but he dropped one knee onto her thin arm and placed a hand firmly over her mouth.

Shit, why didn't I scream when I had the chance?

Penny tried to struggle, kick, shout, bite the hand, anything. She was strong for a high school girl but he was strong for a 20-something man, and it really wasn't a competition. She realized she couldn't breathe properly through his hand and started to panic, but it didn't change anything.

The man's friends arrived after Penny had been struggling for minutes that felt like years. They weren't moving fast but they seemed out of breath.

Lazy fucking clowns, couldn't even catch a teen girl without your friend.

Penny's whole body was already tired from the **** struggle, and her thoughts were getting less coherent as she fought for the tiniest chances at air. Her attacker was mostly just lying on top of her and not working hard, a predatory look in his eyes.

"Nice catch, Seb."

"No names, jackass. Check her fucking age."

Penny could see a man pointing his phone camera at her. It sounded like five men were talking, and she couldn't tell which was which.

"Yeah no shit... How you fuckin' spin this..."

"It's not poetry. 'Bitch likes roleplay, what a night.' Am I your fucking professor?"

"Fuck off, dorp. I don't plan this shit."

"Kinda fucked up anyway."

"What, you find Jesus all of a sudden?" That was the guy pinning her. Seb.

"Don't know shit about her."

"Know she can run. Bitch is probably tight."

"Looks like a fucking kid."

"Bet she fucks like a woman. Got that fire."

"Like your kid sister?"

"That wasn't 'fire.' Rode our cocks easier than I ride a bike. That whore gets around." Seb again.

"Fuck you, you know how long I had to hear about that? Didn't move right for weeks, needed painkillers, wouldn't stop talking about her asshole."

"You gave her the vodka, don't be a pussy."

"No NGI filter."

"What?"

"What the fuck do you think? NGI didn't block my post."

"Good for you?"

"SO SHE'S AN ADULT, DUMBASS!"

"Shit man, not so loud. Nice neighborhood."

Penny was losing focus, still not fully able to breathe, but the reality of her situation was starting to sink in. She caught glimpses of the men, and two of them didn't look as lustful.

She thought about it as calmly and carefully as she could. Would she be able to talk down those two guys? What about screaming for help, would it scare them off or just make them angry?