It was evident that the burly men weren't exactly kind souls. The one in the lead had a mohawk. As he strode forward, he snarled, "Fuck it all. I've just dealt with three people, and two more have come.
"Wait, isn't this a chick? Have they sent one over to sate me because they know I've already gone two days without fucking anyone?"
Tracy frowned, unafraid of the men. She pointed at the guy with the mohawk, Ant Aeter, and snapped, "Shut your trap!"
He smirked and stalked toward her. "Do you want to have a taste of my trap, gorgeous? Come on, I'll let you lick it."
As he reached for her, she leaped into the air and kneed him in the jaw. Ant swayed on his feet before collapsing to the ground. He tried to get up but couldn't do it.
The four other men were stunned by this. "Watch out, guys! She's well trained! Let's get her together!"
They charged at Tracy together. She swiftly moved to the left to avoid their ambush before tackling the man nearest to her.
With a deft kick, she sent him sprawling onto the ground. While the other three were caught off guard, she got close to them and made quick work of them.
Once she was done, she dusted off her hands. A trace of ferocity flashed across her beautiful face as she clenched her fist at Matthew. "Are you scared of me now?"
He was taken aback by this. Her voluptuous chest trembled with her actions, and he couldn't take his eyes off it. She was like a wildcat.
But instead of feeling scared, he could feel his blood boiling with desire. He smiled and said, "Oh, yeah. I'm terrified."
Tracy snorted, seemingly displeased by his smile. She glared at him. But because of how pretty she was, the glare became something more like a coy look.
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