She runs for it.

Throwing her wristlet seemed like a bad idea, and there was no way Amber was taking off even more clothes. So after standing still for a few more seconds, Amber took off as fast as she could. Or at least, she would have, I’d it weren’t for the fact she tripped on her first step, her heels caught in the yards un-mowed grass. Benjamin and Gregory afforded her just enough time to turn over and watch as they pounced on her.

“Benny! Greggy!” Came a shout from the back door. In an instant both dogs calmed and trotted over to their master, Mr. Abernathy. The old man pet the two of them. “Whatcha hell you boys munchin on?”

Mr. Abernathy limped over to the spot his dogs had been just a moment ago, just as Amber slowly picked herself up off the ground. She was bruised, covered in quite a few bite marks, and missing a few patches of hair. Oh, and all she had left on her was her stilettos and a pair of ragged panties.

“Amber? The hell you doin here? My liver surgeries next weekend.” Mr. Abernathy said, uninterested in the young female form in front of him.

Amber just nodded quietly, before slowly turning to walk out of his yard and back to her house. As she did, the last of the threads on her undies broke, and they fluttered to the ground, leaving Amber’s lady bits and tortured keister exposed as well.

“Careful going home dressed like that, ya like to get mistaken for a whore.” Abernathy said. He never understood the young folks fashion these days. Seeing the remainder of Ambers panties on the ground, he picked them up, carrying them to a pile on his way back inside. A pile of, strangely, several sets of chewed up panties, almost all in Nora’s size.

Game Over! Hey, at least she still has that wristlet.