Eleven

KYRA'S POV

I continued to struggle with the men but for how long could I struggle against those hefty men with broad shoulders and all. A single blow from one of them would send me reeling to the floor but I didn't give a damn. I continued to struggle with them, flapping my hands and legs in the air. "What kind of girl is this?" I heard one of them say as their leader approached me and cupped one of my boobs in his hand. I felt a sharp pain flow through me as his hand fiddled with my boobs. I cursed under my breath, biting my lower lips to hold in the pain I felt.

"Such succulent boobs she's got!' I heard him say to the one who held my hand down. He was still toying with my boobs when I heard the thick baritone voice of a man boom through to us.

"Let go of her!" He ordered in a loud voice that startled me myself. The rogue stared at him and then Burst into a long laugh. The reason for their laughter wasn't far-fetched. They found it strange that he had come all by himself and wanted