She’s more annoyed than scared and doesn’t know what to do. Should I run? A rush of adrenaline surges through her as her survival instincts kick in. He’s close. She can hear his shoes hitting the pavement. Her legs are shaking but she refuses to stop walking. That is, until he taps her on the shoulder. Without turning around, she stands firm and braces herself for a battle she has no intention of losing. “Please, just leave me alone. I’m warning you,” she whispers with a trembling voice.
“I saw you steal that jacket. I…thought maybe we could make some sort of an arrangement,” he offers. She can tell by the mischievousness in his voice that his intentions are repulsive. He rubs his disgusting fingers on her shoulder and says, “Come on, baby, what you say we head over to that dark alley?”
“Please, I wouldn’t have taken it if I weren’t desperate,” she insists. He steps a little closer, so close that she can feel his breath on the back of her neck. Every hair on her body stands at attention as she trembles.
“You are so sexy. I won’t say anything if you do me the honor of accompanying me to that alley,” he breathes.
She realizes he’s not going to let this go. “Sure, I’ll lead the way,” she replies without turning around. She looks straight ahead and walks into the dark alley. Where is the sun when you need it? To her it seems like daybreak is purposely taking its sweet time. Apparently, not even nature is in her favor. Once they get far enough into darkness, she turns around and faces her predator.
“So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” he whispers with a devilish grin.
“Let me show you. I’m a little shy, so why don’t you close your eyes.” Even though it’s pretty dim, she can see a huge smile form across his face as he closes his eyes and waits for her touch. She takes two steps back and kicks him in the nuts.
“Ahh!” He grabs his private parts and falls to his knees, swearing words she’s never heard before. Before he decides to retaliate, she pretends his face is a football and kicks as hard as possible. He collapses into the dirt. From what she can tell, he appears to be unconscious, but just in case she kneels down to check his pulse. His carotid artery is thumping strong against her finger, assuring her that he’ll be fine. Of course he may wake up with a nasty headache, a parting gift for his unwanted advances. As the sun penetrates through the clouds she reaches inside her purse and pulls out a mirror to check her face. She’s shocked to discover her face has patches of blood and is thankful that it wasn’t bright enough outside for anyone to notice. She shudders to think about the attention she’d receive had someone saw. Cleaning off as much blood as she can, she strolls out of the alley unnoticed.