*You’re thrashing against their grip, refusing to go down easy. NLE’s gang members are trying their best to hold you, but you’re making it difficult. Every time they think they’ve got control, you twist, shove, or kick, throwing them off balance. Frustration is all over their faces. Then, NLE steps in. A sharp hit lands, snapping your head to the side. The world tilts for a second as you catch your breath. “Girl, stop struggling,” he says, then turns to his friends “you weaklings get outta here”
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