Weak

The three men turned to Brandon and looked him up and down. The taller, probably their leader, started to laugh. Brandon was tall, around 6,5”, but he was skinny and the three guys were not buke, but much stronger than him.

“Sod off, idiot.” The taller guy said.

“You leave her be and I’ll go with her.” Brandon answered and the three of them made weird sounds, mocking him.

“She is having fun with us, now, get the fuck out of here! Unless you wanna have fun, too.” The bunker one threatened, taking a small knife from his pocket.

“Bran, go and get help!” Lucy said and received a slap across her face. It busted her lips and Brandon couldn’t stand by and watch. He did something he never did for himself, he fought.

Of course, he had no chance against one of those guys, let alone two of them. The third one just stayed around Lucy, trying to kiss her and roaming his hands over her body.

After a while, Brandon, who was on the floor and raised by his shirt, fell to the ground with a thud wh
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