The men grinned at Zuri.
"You don't need to know who we are. All you need to know is that we're going to have fun with you," one of them said, laughing with a mischievous look at Zuri's body.
Zuri immediately sat up from where she was lying. Her heart was pounding and she quickly put the scissors in her pocket. One of the men, thin and ignorant, grabbed her arm and slowly stroked it with a lascivious look in his eyes.
Zuri brushed his hand away angrily.
"Wow... when you're angry like that, you're even more attractive," her friend, a man with curly hair, said as he approached Zuri. But as she reached out, Zuri quickly pulled out a pair of scissors and slashed the curly-haired man's hand. Blood began to drip. One of the other men quickly grabbed the scissors out of Zuri's hand.