They grab her before she can

Her battle cry did what she wanted; it startled them so much they scattered. Unfortunately, her feet were still wet from her shower and she slipped, landing face first at the feet of the leader of the group. Sakura was pulled to her feet and pushed against the fence at the back of the alley. Her face was covered in dirt and her knee was scuffed. One of the boys pulled out a short rope from a pile of rubbish and used it to tie her around her stomach, securing her to the fence. She glared at them through tears. One of the boys noticed.

"You look upset. Don't worry though, we aren't going to **** you or anything like that. We're not that bad." The other boys nodded their agreement.

Not at all reassured, Sakura doubled down on her embarrassed glare. "Then what do you want from me?"

"Pictures and to cop a feel is all." One of the boys said casually, as if copping a feel was a perfectly normal thing to do. He walked forwards with his outstretched to grab a hold of her small tit before his face was caved in by Sakura's feet, her last defense. He went flying and stayed down. All the others stopped snapping pictures and cried their outrage.

Sakura, upon seeing the looks on their faces, began to think that was a mistake. What would they do now? Should she risk further exposure and call for help?