Venom (going on hold)

He stepped in front of me. I eyed him cautiously and looked behind me.
"Hey there."
I frowned in confusion. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person." I smiled awkwardly receding. I stumbled and looked behind me to see another figure. I looked around to see even more silhouettes closing around me.
"No. I have the right person."
His voice was now hard and mean.
"I have to go," I insisted trying to get past the towering figure behind me. I turned around crossing my hands over my chest. "Move." He wasn’t the only who'd given up on the gentle crap. The tall guy got in my face causing me to back up abruptly. Which only put me in the perfect position with the one who'd cornered me. His fingers looped through the belt loops on my jeans pulling me closer to him. I elbowed him before turning around and pushing him. I then turned back to tall and creepy thrusting the heel of my hand up towards his nose like in Miss Congeniality. Blood spurted. I was in such a state of shock I froze.
That was when my head, my body was pushed down on the ground. A ringing filled my head as I cried out. He was yelling a bunch of profanities at me as I writhed in pain. I whimpered as he got on top of me. I was weak. Too weak to scream. My throat was dry, my voice hoarse. "No," I croaked. "Please. Please don't." I knew three things for sure.
One: I needed a miracle.
Two: Without one they were going to rape me.
And three: They might even try to kill me.
And how fun that will be to heal from. But I knew I would never be able to heal from what I was about to experience.