Yes

Satisfied with her momentary ****, the girl in white backed off, clutching the skirt in her hands.

The girl in blue delivered a sharp kick to the stomach. Jenny rolled over coughing and gasping for air. Another kick to the side caused her to roll over again. The other three girls continued to throw garbled obscenities towards the poor girl, who had no chance of fighting back now. Her only concern was to do with saving herself from being exposed.

The girl in black grabbed her by the shoulders of her hoodie and wrestled her to her knees again. The teen yelped like a child as she dealt her a stinging slap on the ass. The leggings did very little to cushion the blow. The girl in blue laughed horribly at the artist’s predicament.

She grasped the hem of the light grey hoodie and pulled it up. Her blue top was exposed. The hoodie, now nearly around her neck, wasn’t coming off without a fight. The artist covered up desperately and clutched her arms inwards. The girl in blue wasn’t having any luck. They were roughly of the same strength.

“Come and help, girls.” she called.

The girl in red stalked over to intervene once again. Jenny redoubled her efforts to hold on. The girl in red grabbed her ankles, lifting her, and pulled her along the concrete. It was like a shark tossing and tearing the life out of a helpless seal.

The tight blue top she had been wearing had risen up her body to reveal her silver belly button piercing. The cold air hitting her skin for the first time shocked her. The hoodie was almost completely over her head and she was still trying to kick off the assailant holding onto her ankles

It was all too much. The garment came flying off to leave her pale arms flailing in the breeze.