Out of the shadows

Azella had no idea what was going on behind her as she walked down the streets toward Trimon's lair. The dark figure shadowing her gave a signal, and other dark figures popped up from nowhere. They all closed in on Azella, slowly, silently, ready to spring the trap on the unsuspecting woman.

Azella felt a presence on the back of her neck like she was being watched, or stalked. She turned quickly, but nothing was there. She decided it was probably nothing, but still gave her reason to pick up her pace, which she did. Then one of the shadows got careless as they bumped into a refuse container, spilling its contents as they fell over it.

Azella's heart raced. She clutched her skirts and took off running, not bothering to look back. "Get her!" cried a narrow, thin wraith like voice. She heard a multitude of running footfalls behind her, closing in her quickly. Then someone pounced on her from behind, knocking her to the cobblestones. Her forehead struck the cobblestones and she fought to regain her senses as she weakly flayed underneath her assailant. Her assailant bounced her head off the cobblestones once again, and she lost all consciousness.

The shadowy figure who had tackled Azella stood up as another figure approached. "You killed her, didn't you?" the approaching figure asked accusingly. "No, she's just knocked out. I didn't kill her. Do you really think I'm that lame? She appears to be a very unique and exotic female. Prime pussy by your standards. I have a feeling Trimon will pay us well for her."

"Well, no sense in standing here. Let's get her up, and get her off the streets. We'll decide more what to do with her once we get her back to the hideout." More shadowy figures arrived as they turned over Azella to have a closer look at her. "Very exotic indeed! Long raven hair." He sliced down the bodice of her dress and exposed her silk corset. "We can sell these undies for a good price, they're silk."

"We probably could have sold her dress, too, you asshole! It's velvet" said the voice of another approaching figure. "Get her up, and let's take her. We can strip her once we get her off the street."

"Then it's fun time!" said the figure grabbing Azella's legs.

"I'll decide when it's fun time, and don't you forget it."

Four shadowy figures picked up the prone form of Azella, and carried her away into the dark night.