Chapter 2: A Dark Alley
Felicia’s breath hitched as her back slammed against the cold, rough brick wall, the impact jarring her bones. The thug’s calloused hand clamped over her mouth, his sour breath hot against her cheek. "Shut it, bitch," he growled, his other hand yanking at the thin strap of her torn leather top. She thrashed, her nails raking across his face, but another set of hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Fuck you!" she spat, her voice muffled under his palm, but the defiance only seemed to fuel their cruelty.The leader, a scar-faced brute, stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Dominic’s gonna love this," he sneered, pulling out his phone and aiming the camera at her. "Smile for the lens, kitty." Felicia’s stomach churned as she felt the cold air hit her bare skin, her shredded top hanging limply from her shoulders. The other thugs laughed, their hands roaming her body, their fingers digging into her flesh. "Get the fuck off me!" she screamed, her voice cracking, but they only tightened their grip.One of them shoved her to her knees, the asphalt scraping against her bare thighs. "Open wide," the leader taunted, unzipping his pants with a sickening grin. Felicia’s heart pounded as she clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head forward, she felt a surge of helpless rage. "You’re dead," she hissed, her green eyes blazing with hatred. "You’re all fucking dead."Just as the thug’s cock brushed against her lips, a web shot out of nowhere, yanking him backward with a startled yelp. "Whoa, fellas," Spider-Girl’s voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm as she landed gracefully in the alley. "Looks like you’re having a bad night." The remaining thugs turned to face her, their bravado faltering as she cracked her knuckles. "She’s mine," the leader snarled, but