"I'm taking her ass"
"I'm taking her mouth"
"hehe guess that leaves the main course to me"
"SHUTT UPPP!!" Aaron yelled in anger.
'How dare these pigs have any thought on what is mine….i mean my sister'
The three menacing figures closed in on Aaron and Alice, their intentions clear and sinister. Aaron, standing protectively in front of his sister, felt a chill crawl down his spine as he glanced at the lustful grins that twisted their faces.
"Get out of the way, kid," one of them sneered, his eyes locked on Alice. "We got some business with the girl here."
Aaron's heart pounded in his chest as fear gripped him. He was no fighter, and the reality of his physical vulnerability hit him like a brick. As the first man lunged forward, Aaron clumsily attempted to dodge, but the attacker's fist found its mark, slamming into Aaron's face.
Pain exploded in his jaw, and he stumbled backward, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.
'Damn it so the system didn't lie….i really am below average'
The second man, wielding a belt like a weapon, whipped it around Aaron's legs, causing him to crash to the ground. Gasping for breath, Aaron felt the stinging lash of the belt across his back as he desperately tried to shield himself.
The third assailant, armed with a knife, closed in, a sinister grin on his face. As he raised the knife menacingly, Aaron's mind raced, panic giving way to a surge of raw, primal instinct. He remembered the intent of these men, the danger they posed to Alice, and that's when something deep within him snapped.
With an animalistic growl, Aaron lunged at the man with the knife, his movements fueled by adrenaline and desperation. He clawed at the attacker's face, gouging at his eyes with desperate fury. The man cried out in pain and shock, dropping the knife as he fought to defend himself.
The other two assailants were momentarily taken aback by Aaron's sudden ferocity giving him the chance to grab the knife and before he knew what he was doing t was already imbedded into the neck of the blinded man .
Seeing the bloody scene, the two attackers retreated feeling like this wasn't worth the trouble, leaving their dead companion behind. Aaron, bloodied and bruised, watched them go, his chest heaving with exertion and rage.
Turning his attention back to Alice, he found her standing in shock, her eyes wide with fear and amazement. Her brother, who had always been gentle and reserved, had just unleashed a primal fury to protect her.
Aaron's anger began to ebb, replaced by a profound sense of relief. He dropped to his knees beside Alice and gently embraced her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.
She nodded, tears in her eyes. "Thanks to you," she whispered.
He couldn't help but stare at her heavenly figure. Her hair, a shimmering silver cascade, glistened like moonlight on calm waters. Her eyes, deep blue like a serene ocean, held fragility. He gulped as he tried not to stare at her but it was impossible as usual, not after that night.
Tears streaked her tender skin, but her features remained delicate and graceful. Her body had a naturally sinful shape, a soft yet captivating allure that seemed untouched by the surrounding chaos.
"Bro…."
Their eyes met and he could see she was blushing as she tried to avert her eyes.
He scratched his head awkwardly as she muttered "Pervert" under her breath.