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stares. But then the cloth was gone and she

was down to just her underthings -lacy black bits of nothing that helped her feel confident for a night at work.
    But now they did the opposite. She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking her hands into the crooks of her elbows in a vain effort to stop her trembling. She gave her captors her most pleading look, begging them not to make her remove her only remaining scraps of protection.
    Buck raised his eyebrow and the corner of his mouth curled even higher.
    No mercy.
    It took Yuki all of her strength to hook her thumbs into the band of her black panties and pull down. They dropped noiselessly, revealing a curly dark mass. For once she was relieved that she was too busy with school, clinicals and work to shave, and only trimmed. The ebony curls gave her one last shield against their malicious, prying eyes.
    And finally was her bra. It seemed almost comical that she was debating whether to undo the clasp behind her back or just haul it over her head. Did it matter? In the horror she was about to face, did she really care about
how
she disrobed?
    She yanked it over her head violently, and threw it to the ground.
    “Much better.”
    Yuki stared past them, willing herself to believe that she was alone and that they weren't there, appraising her like sharks. Or wolves. Or just vile, vicious predators.
    “Isn't she cute?” Buck asked, tone degrading and making her skin crawl.
    “Yeah, but she's got some attitude on her face.”
    “You know, you're right.”
    His fist lashed out again, too fast for her to see, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, lip bleeding. Before she could recover, a boot connected to her side, driving the air from her lungs. She let out a cry, and tried to curl into a ball, but another foot -from someone else-landed on her spine.
    This time she screamed, and tried to roll away, but someone gripped her hair again and pulled her towards them.
    She stilled, and tried to catch her breath. Julian orbited her twice, each step its own personal threat of violence, before halting in front of her. She bet that if she looked up, that goddamn smirk was going to be on his face again.
    “Get on your knees.”
    Yuki's legs followed the command of their own accord.
    “Now crawl to me.”
    The shaking had progressed from Yuki's hands to her whole body, but somehow she moved forward a bit, and then a little more, until she was just a few inches away from him.
    “Perfect. You're doing good, Sakura.” She stared at the dirt, wishing it would open up and swallow her whole. Anything to get away.
    His hands found her hair again, but this time it was scratching instead of ripping. That dragged on for several seconds, tension filling the air and dread pooled in her stomach. Eventually, one of the men -Thomas, was it?- shuffled impatiently and Buck let go of her hair.
    Only for his hand to go to the zipper of his pants.
    Yuki stared up at him, unable to fight the tears pricking at her eyes as fear and hatred rushed through her. “Please,” She whispered, hoping, praying he would find a strand of decency within him.
    “Don't get boring now, Sakura. You do this and this will all be over that much sooner.”
    Yuki shook her head emphatically and licked her lips. “No.”
    “Fine then. Jean-Luc?”
    A boot arced up into her job and she was on the ground again, pain exploding through her skull. Blood dribbled down her chin and she desperately checked to make sure none of her teeth were broken. Before she could ascertain her condition, the camera man roughly hauled her up again.
    Panting, her shoulders slumped forward, and she felt the last bits of her pride slip.
    Defiance dwindling away, Yuki swallowed the blood pooling in her mouth and rose onto her haunches. Carefully, she reached towards the zipper between his legs. Tentatively, her fingers brushed against the button. It came undone relatively easily, and she could feel him harden and twitch below her