You flat-out refuse!

“You must be joking…! I’m not going to have sex with you!”

You feel a pang of… disappointment? Fear? You’re unsure, but you’ve said your piece - there’s no way you’re having sex with some homeless scumbag!

“So, it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he responds.

His tone is playful, but you can sense the coldness behind it. Should you take it back and accept? If he-

“Get out of here! Go whore yer’self out to someone else!” he shouts, the suddenness almost causing you to lose your balance.

Immediately you start to hear voices from behind you:

“What the fuck?”

“The hell…!?”

“Who's that?”

“Came from over here, I think!”

“You got your phone? I need some light.”

Shit! Shitshitshit! your mind raced before you felt a flurry of shoves, the man now pushing you away. What the hell was going on!? A stampede of footsteps quickly approached, and the tarp lit up before being torn aside. Multiple lights shone down on you, your eyes struggling to see their source. You raise up your arm as a shield but it barely helps as you feel multiple hands grasp onto it.

“Get out of here! Go! I don’t need no whore!” he yells again as you're pulled to your feet.

You blink rapidly, starting to get some semblance of what was going on, seeing now that the men from earlier had you firmly in their grasp. You tried to protest, but your words caught in your throat, overwhelmed by the action.

“The hell…?”

“Is that that fat homeless fuck?”

“Dude, she’s hot!”

“How long has she been in there?”

“The hell are you doing, ya fucking creep?”

One of the men stands threateningly over the hovel, glaring at the bum.

“Boys, you know me - would I ever take advantage of a young woman?!”

You can see him now, the hobo who tried to extort sex out of you: a lump of a man, he sat among a pile of blankets, newspaper, and cardboard. He must be in his 40’s at least, his face weathered through what you assume is years of hardship. Sunken eyes, a graying beard, and a mat of hair, you can’t believe you were being felt up by him…

The other men continue to have a hold of you, hands gripping your arms, your shoulders, your ass… the only one not grabbing you is currently staring down the hobo.

“Right, so she was just what? Visiting?”

“No, she was trying to have sex with me! The little slut!”

It was a lie, but the expressions on the men and how they looked at you didn’t inspire much confidence. Surely, they didn’t actually _believe h_im… right?