Dying Days 4

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the front door used to be.
    It had been trashed. The furniture was either gone or in tiny fragments on the patchy carpet, which looked like it had been pulled up and burnt in several spots.
    The kitchen was gutted and a raccoon scampered out of the open back door before she could catch it. She might need it for food later, as gross as it sounded right now. You ate whatever and whenever you could.
    Tosha decided to go upstairs and find a corner to hide in for awhile. She was getting tired despite it not being late. The worst thing she'd learned is thinking you could press on and the sun dropping, exposing you without shelter. She'd rather travel for a few hours, rest, and get moving at first light. It had saved her ass so far.
     
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    The kick came so hard and so unexpectedly, Tosha was stunned at first.
    "Get up, pretty lady," the man standing over her with the shotgun said. His three buddies laughed.
    Fuck , she thought, and scampered into a sitting position. She glanced for her stuff but they'd already moved everything behind them.
    "You do know you're trespassing, right?" the man said and smiled, his rotting teeth looking like they were about to fall out of his mouth between his cracked lips. He looked sick but his eyes looked crazy.
    "My bad," Tosha said slowly. She didn't want any trouble but knew she wasn't going to be able to avoid it. How stupid had she been to lie down on the floor and fall asleep? It was getting dark out. She'd only been out an hour or two. She must've been in deep sleep to not hear this sorry lot come up the steps.
    "There's a price you have to pay," the man to the leader's right said. He was younger but no less dirty. The four of them all wore filthy trench coats and wide-brimmed hats, like they'd shopped at the same cheesy store before the world went to shit.
    "Name the price so I can go," Tosha said. "I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to make my way to safety. I don't want any trouble."
    "I think you know what the price will be," the leader said with a black-tooth grin. "And you have to pay the price to all of us. At the same time."
    "There are four of you," Tosha said and snorted. "There's only so much of me to go around, no matter how awesome it looks right now." She slowly stood up and looked at all four men, one at a time. "I'll let all of you fuck me, but it won't be in some gangbang."
    "You really don't have a choice."
    "I really do. We can do this the easy way: I fuck you like you've never been fucked before, you get your rocks off, and we go our separate ways. Or… I kick and scream and hopefully bite your dick off before you bash my brains in. But this way won't be fun for any of us."
    "Two at a time," the leader said.
    Before she could answer no, the guy to the left of him stepped forward. "No fucking way. I don't want to see anyone else's dick while I'm tapping her ass. That's gay. I'm going to bang her and make her scream, but it won't be with an audience."
    "Who's going first?" Tosha asked. She wanted to get this over with. She didn't care about fucking these losers as long as she lived. But at the slightest chance she could get away and/or kill them, she would.
    "No way. I'm not leaving anyone alone with her," the leader said.
    "Then you'll have to kill me, but there's no way I'll let you have anything left to even jerkoff on. Got it?" Tosha shook her red hair and casually stuck out her chest. "It's up to you, buddy."
    The guy on his left lowered his rifle and stepped in front of the leader. "I'm going to fuck her. Get out of the room."
    "Bullshit. I saw her first and I'm the boss."
    "You ain't the boss of me," the guy who'd been quiet in the back said. "You need to leave the room now."
    "Or what?"
    Tosha fell back against the wall when the fourth guy fired a single shot into the former leader's head with a pistol.
    "Holy shit," she muttered. She wasn't expecting that, but at least now it was three on one. Maybe she could reason with the other

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