Every warning sense She had was screaming as the rider looked down at her. Her left foot slide a few inches back and out as her hands became fists. She waited hoping this was all some damn dream or maybe a drug induced fantasy. The looks the men had as they looked up and down her naked body was enough to convince her that this was real. It was too clear, to sharp, she could smell the odors of the males as they began to circle her, see their rotten teeth. Details like that made it real or so she hoped.<br/><br/>As the eyes of the four males on the ground nearly glazed with lust she moved. It was quicker then they had expected as her left hand jabbed into the throat of the one holding the leg irons. Her right yanked the irons from his  stunned and grasping grip and she spun around him looping the chain over his head and around his throat. Her muscles became clear as she yanked him back and the audible "SNAP!" of his neck could be heard.<br/><br/>She had hoped the others would back off but they surprised her... Two quickly closed and tackled her taking her down and making the dead body of the one she had just killed fall half across her, pinning her arms between her chest and the dead weigh. She fought back hard landing several hard blows but found herself on her face as her arms were yanked behind her. Her voice growled,  "You should let me up before I get really pissed off"