Fear and confusion, but not is all it seems

Rachel stared forlornly at the car of laughing guys she'd thought her friends. It disappeared around the corner, leaving her standing in front of a strip club with pictures of worn-looking women in it's display cases.

Fear seeped into her as she looked around. There weren't many people, but it seemed that as she looked around more materialized from the shadows. Ragged men, looking hardened and embittered by the world assessed her, slowly making their way towards her.

Desperately she searched her purse, but her cell wasn't there and her wallet was gone.

"Oh God," she breathed. No money, no phone, no way home. One of the men smiled like he heard her thoughts, a wolfish smile that would be followed by the killing pounce.

"Get in!" a voice yelled at her as a car screeched to a halt beside her.

Rachel screeched, and the jaded men snapped their looks to the car. The distraction only lasted a moment and they lunged.