Mugged?(first person POV)

Fuck I'm late c'mon gotta get moving!.

I hate these alleys, the stale smell of rotting chinese food, but its the fastest way through to campus. The damp pavement under foot and the pound of my own heart it was good to get some exercise but lugging my bag around didn't speed me up any.

It came out of nowhere a cold solid corner slamming into the back of my head. My eyes were fuzzy but I felt myself falling only to be pulled off to the side thown into the nearest wall. A thick hand on the back of my neck and just under it something cold.. I didn't know what it was until I heard a click I tried to scream or turn to see him but was hit again.

"Face to the wall 'bitch'" he rips my pack from my shoulders and tosses it "Empty your pockets everything!" He was talking funny...like he was trying to hide what his voice really sounded like. I was in a panic...alone in an alley with a gun pressed into the back of my neck and someone likely three times my size pressing me into the wall. I emptied my pockets and dropped everything where it fell. I could hear...someone else shuffling around picking everything up my wallet my phone pocket change and the zipper of a bag as the stuffed my things into it...whether it was mine or theirs I didn't know.

"Alright bitch, clothes! OFF!"
My eyes went wide what the fuck, started to speak up only to be hit again my head bounced of the wall in front of me. "C'mon 'boy' off don't make me 'take' them!"

Fuck!! I was stuck and this was quickly spiraling.
I was let to stand back but not to turn around lifting my shirt over my head and cold hand feeling up the side of my ribs and down my back, I fliched only to be jabbed by the cold metal of the unseen gun. I tossed the shirt and stalled them as I reached for the choker only to be jabbed "Leave it, I want those shoes and those pants NOW!"

The jingling of my belt buckle as my shaking hands undid my pants and dropped my shorts and kicked off my shoes. I swallowed hard and peeled off my sock the rouch ashphalt greeting the exposed soles of my feet. As I was bent over I felt them take hold of my underwear and pull them to my ankles. The urge to fight only resulting in being shoved forward and my last shred of dignity swept from under me.

pressed into the rough brick again listening as my thing were 'packed away' "C-can I go?"