Fight

The pervert in front of you leans over your body and reaches out for your boobs. He seems to give a shit about the orders his female colleague gave him. In the moment he has one of your boobs in his hands you quickly turn around smash your foot between his legs. He screams of course but you punch him in the face, almost breaking his jaw and knock him to the ground. One of his companions raises runs towards you, but you spot a weapon in the pervert’s belt and take it.

“On your knees, fucker!” you scream aim at his torso, “go to your fucking knees or I paint my walls with you blood!”

Suddenly the light goes on and you see how many enemies are in your home. There are four man and one woman. All wear black bulletproof body armor, but the one you aim at has no helmet and the one behind you, who is laying on the floor and holds his balls, wears no armor on the legs or a groin protector. It also seems that everyone in armed. While the man in front of you and the injured pervert only had pistols the three burglars at your door all have military **** rifles and circle you. Your chances to overpower them shrink to zero. Your weapon will not even scratch them.

“Drop the gun, officer,” a sixth man says, who has just entered your home, “you have no chance to win this.”

The sixth man is much different from the others. He wears an expensive looking suit and is unarmed. To be honest, his perfectly shaved face his short hair and his slender body let him look quite attractive. Considering your have no chance you throw the weapon back to it’s owner.

“Fucking cunt,” the injured henchmen growls, “I will destroy you ass with my cock for what you have done.”

“You will do nothing!” the man in the suit decides strict, “I paid you for a quick and silent operation but instead I almost got a firefight. Be happy that there is no blood of you all around the crime scene. But we don’t have time for this. I assume a neighbor heard your screams and called the police already. And it’s rude to talk about this in front of our host. We still haven’t introduced ourselves to each other. My name is Jason Rock, you can call me King Rock.”

“Fuck you,” you say, “get out of my apartment!”

“How spirited,” King Rock says smiling, “I like strong woman. Every day I wish for a strong woman in my bed who can endure some of my games or even take the lead. But most of my whores are submissive little bitches who just beg me to not hurt them. Pathetic.”

“You can do them a favor by challenging me face to face,” you say and ball your fists, “or are you afraid you could brake a nail?”

“As much as I enjoy your fearless tongue, you should learn to understand the situation,” King Rock says calm, “we are six and you are alone. You are outnumbered. And I’m not here to kill or **** you. At least not this time. I’m here to talk business. Please, follow me to your kitchen!”