Our Saviors

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My eyes are closed.

I don't know what's going on.

The hands that hold me captive are locked around my waist in a tight grip until I hear a fists being collided with a nose.
There are lots of loud cracks, so these people are strong.
I hear my guy fall to the floor and scream in pain.
I am so confused, but I don't dare to open my eyes to see what's going on.
" What the fuck John!" I hear screamed by three different voices , then I hear a groans of pain.
I assume that the other girls have been released as well because I hear them slide to the floor, almost as if to protect themselves if the men try to do something again.
I use their idea and slide to the floor, head in my lap, tears pouring out of my eyes.
I hear loud footsteps running away and the men who saved us talking, but I can't hear what they are saying very well but I make out a few words.

"John's "

" gang"

" again"

I really don't want to open my eyes, but I must know who our saviors are.
I open my eyes but am quickly blinded by the light and it takes me a few seconds to adjust.
After my eyes adjust I look up at the men who saved us.

There before me are the three surfers.

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