Today was not her lucky day.
A fist cracked into her side, and she let out a sharp grunt as pain spiked up through her gut, making her knees crumple. The man that stood before her barely broke a sweat; he merely grabbed her by the collar, and her head swam, lolling on her neck. Dimly, she was aware that he was dragging her out the door, but it didn't hit her until fresh-ish air hit her lungs what he had planned. She couldn't brace when he whipped out his arm and she went tumbling down the sidewalk, skidding. She let out a low moan as she slammed into duracrete, but when her eyes closed she could see stars and taste blood on her teeth.
Ugh.
She let out a low, rasping cough when he stood over her, and cracked open one eye.
"You gonna treat the boss now, or do we gotta wrap you up?" came the thug's low voice.
She cracked open amber eyes, and gave a bitter, icy smile.
"Go... kark yourself... you scum-sucker," she rasped, then closed her eyes.
The boot was going to come down on her any moment, but she had the gut feeling she wasn't alone anymore. And if the thug stayed where he was, she might have a chance to strike back. She just had to keep still.
But after this, she needed a good, stiff drink to kick off the rust. It'd been ages since she'd been tossed about, and she had a few tricks left up her sleeve.
@TerranSteel