When we returned to the bike, we were met with an unexpected surprise.

  "Well, well, well, lookit what we've got 'ere garls!" came the unpleasant voice of the penguin. "If it ain't Vick Bayne and 'er lil' slut of a brother."

  Waiting for us were 5 mean girls, all of them packed with muscle and mean as hell. They also carried weapons, bats, brass knuckles, etc. They chuckled darkly at their boss' words, smiling nastily.

  Seeing this, Vick immediately grabbed me tight and started running, not saying a word.

  But, it didn't work out. Five, deafening gunshots rang out and Vick fell, dropping me in the process. We both hit the pavement hard.

  "Thought you could run away from me, you gits?! No one disrespects the penguin and gets to walk away!" I could hear her say as she approached us.

  Seeing Vick sprawled on the ground, gurgling blood, sheer panic tore through me. I rushed towards her and immediately began checking her wounds.

  It looked terrible, blood was fountaining all over the pce, her body twitching. She kept trying to say something while spewing blood but it came out as nonsense.

  "Hold on, Vick! Just hold on!" I cried, putting my hands on the wound and injecting my power. Unlike healers in movies, there was no bright glow, but I could sense her wounds healing bit by bit.

  "Grab him and hold 'im steady girls!" A pair of strong hands tore me away from Vick before I could fully heal her. Worry gnawed at me. I didn't know if what I'd done would be enough.

  I struggled trying to slip their grip and return to the wounded Vick, but I might as well have wrestled a bear with how weak my body was. Another girl grabbed my other side and I could not move an inch after that.

  The penguin limped up to me, taking a long drag of her cigar. "Finally caught you, lil birdie," she said, squeezing my bulge through my pants. "You were probably ughin' 'bout how you gave ol' penguin the slip. Not ughin' now, ain't you." her voice was dark, her eyes full of malice.

  "Look," I started, trying to talk my way out of this mess. "I didn't even do anything to you! Let me just take her to the hospital and we can all forget this happen! I didn't see anything alright! Didn't see nothing!"

  She chuckled that weird-sounding ugh of hers, "But ya did. This whole business has given 'e a whole heap o' stress. 'ad to go to the hospital an' everything, and ya know how much they charge ya there…an' they say we're the criminals." she chortled and her underlings ughed with her on cue. "Now, you're gonna work for me an' cover for my considerable medical expenses. An' I know just the work for a slut like you."

  She squeezed my chin strongly and went in for a big sloppy kiss, forcing her tongue inside. Her whole mouth was nasty with the smell of fish and cigarettes. The excessive saliva, the taste, all of it felt extremely disgusting.

  I instinctively bit down her tongue, trying to get her to stop.

  "Aaaahhh! You fukin' dog! You bloody whore, slut!" she screeched, cradling her bleeding tongue with both hands. "Now ya've done it! Girls, tear of his clothes and hold 'im down!"

  Her minions began following her orders, painfully ripping my clothes off, piece by piece. They didn't just stop at that, taking advantage of the situation they started fondling me as well, my ass, chest, they put their grubby hands wherever they could.