Someone hears her pleas

Two of the men had surrounded Elena, assauting her while the third stood and watched, a dirty grin spread acrossed his face as he licked his lips as if he was tasting her. He seemed to be the leader of the group. One man had gotten behind Elena and attempted to restrain her while the other man attempted to pull down her shorts.

It was dark, and the only source of light illuminated Elena, as the men were harrassing her. They were quite far away from the village, so it was highly unlikely that anyone would come. The winds were growling intensely, causing leaves to rustle loudly and drowning out any attempts of her crying for help. Even so - Elena resisted, trying to keep her shorts on as best she could. She pleaded with the three men, which fell on deaf ears.

A fourth figure had appeared, still shrouded by the shadows.

No... no way... There was another one.

Out of dread Elena closed her eyes and she felt her strength drain, no longer able to put up any resistance, only whimpering softly as she awaited her fate.

...

...

Nothing. Nothing had happened.

Elena heard some voices. She opened her eyes to see that the three men had backed off and began to arm themselves. Confused, Elena looked towards the fourth figure to see that it was Scherie. Filled with relief Elena ran over to hug her. Scherie returned the embrace with one arm, whilst holding a dagger pointed in the direction of the men.

"What're gonna do with that? It's dangerous girl, drop the weapon before you get hurt" The leader cautioned the girls, seemingly unpeturbed by what had happened.

The first man grinned pervertly, whilst the second man chimed in. "It's three on two girlies, you'd better not go' en do something you regret."

Scherie motioned for Elena to get behind her, and she did as she was instructed. Elena hid behind Scherie like a little sister being protected by her older sister.