"Oh, little girl, I'm afraid that we don't want to do anything but hurt you," the third man says with mock apology as he advances on her. "But keep begging, if you like. It suits you." Quick as lightning his foot lashes out, his boot toe slamming into the small of her back, and the blow drives her to the side, she tries to twist away from it and she screams at the pain. Her hands slap at the ground as she tries to scramble away, and her fingers flex and tighten around a piece of stone large enough to fit comfortably in her fist. Another kick – she screams and arches her back, falling back onto the ground, wrenching for air. Another, another – they have converged on her and they are kicking her as though she can somehow survive it. She makes a ball on the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest, tucking her chin, and covering her head, screaming for them to stop. But they don't.