Try to Get the Keys from the Pranksters while Protecting Her Towel

(chapter originally by man at writing.com)

"Maybe we will give these keys back if you drop the towel, just maybe."

Isabel stood against the car door as they approached. She tried grabbing at the keys while keeping one hand clutching the towel, but the young men were too quick. She lunged again, only for one to catch her wrist and press it to the side of the car. She struggled, but another stepped in, prying her other arm away. Within moments, they had her stretched helplessly, unable to shield herself.

Panic surged in her chest. She knew exactly what they were after. When one of them reached for the knot of her towel, Isabel’s whole body tensed. "Please, don’t!" she begged. But he yanked it loose in a sharp motion. The towel fell away, leaving her completely naked and pinned against her own car.

Her face burned crimson as the group of college-aged men stared at every inch of her exposed body.

"What do we do now?" one of them asked.

"Can we bring her to one of our places?" another teased.

"Are you joking? Our roommates would never believe this!" the first laughed.

"Okay girl, you’re going to drive us to your house—completely nude."

Tears welled in Isabel’s eyes. She just wanted to escape the open air, the street, the humiliation. But trapped between them, she had **** but to obey.