Three gangsters holding down a helpless woman.

Three guys, with tattoos on their left arm and wearing ghetto street clothes, all of them surrounding a girl with an Afro hairdo. They were holding her against the ground, and the eager looks on their face spelled obvious bad news.

"Shut up, ya bitch!" the one with the wife-beater shirt and beanie holding down her arms yelled at her, "Nobody 'round here gonna hear ya filthy whore ass, so just lie there and take it!"

The girl with the Afro continued to trash about, trying her best to break free form their hold, "NO, LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING SCUMBAGS, I WILL KILL YOU-"

"Yo, he said shut up!" The other one with face piercings and dreadlocks who held down her legs interrupted the girl by slapping her in the face.

"Ah!" She yelped, a red bruise mark now growing prominently on her cheek.

"Yea, that's right. Got anything smart to say now, bitch?"

In response to that statement, the girl valiantly spit in his face.

He recoiled back, using his shirt to wipe away her spit, "Augh, fuckin' dumb bitch, who do you think you are?! I'm gonna fuckin' pop a cap right inside your goddamn mouth and blow your brains out-!"

"Yo, hold up nigga, calm down, we just caught her! At least wait till we cover her pretty little face with some 'white makeup' before you shoot her up! I ain't fuckin' no dead ho!" The middle guy with the leather jacket and backwards cap chastised his friend.

Realizing that these men soon plan to kill her after having their way with her body, she began sobbing, "Oh god, no, please! I don't wanna die, don't do this!"

Beanie Guy sighed, "Shiet man, we should have followed after that Asian girl instead. Bet that bitch wouldn't fight back as much."

Alright, you've seen enough. You can't bear to stand by any longer, it's time to do something about this.

"The hell do you bastards think you're doing?!" You announced your presence to the group.

The three gangsters turned towards your direction, each with varying expression of shock and annoyance.

"Oh thank god, please help me! They gonna **** and kill me!" The woman called out to you, hope blooming in her eyes at what could possibly be her only lifeline out of this mess.

The one guy with the backwards cap groaned, mouthing the words 'God. Fucking. Dammit.' Before ordering his two friends, "I'll deal with this nigga. You two just try to keep her mouth shut."

"Like hell I'm putting my hands near dat shit. She might bite my fingers off!"

"Then just use some fuckin' rag or somethin', Jesus!"

Standing up, the backwards cap guy steadily walked over to you in an intimidating manner. The guy reached up the height of 6'5", and could easily be considered more burly muscled than you.

Out of instinct, you took a small step back in slight trepidation, but ultimately stood your ground.

It doesn't matter whether you're scared or not. You're not the type of guy who leaves someone hanging when they need help.

"Yo buddy, listen," he started gently enough, "It looks like you accidentally walked up to something ya weren't suppose to see. You probably thought you could just, like, march up here and try to be a badass or somethin', but listen to me, aight?"

He closed in his face towards yours, close enough that you can smell his tobacco filled breath.

"Step away. You didn't see nothin' here, aight? This ain't your problem." He quietly told you, "Pretend you didn't see or hear nothin'."

"You're hurting her."

His hand whipped forward and grabbed your collar, lifting you towards him even closer to the point where your noses touched. "Don't interrupt me. I just said, 'pretend you didn't see or hear nothin'.' I don't like people who don't listen to me. And when I don't like someone... Well, let's just say nobody walks away happy. Capische?"