Stacie decides to turn left, not realizing that this is the exact opposite direction than the way to her house. It is now full night. The only illumination comes from the streetlights along the sidewalk. She plans on heading down the street till she sees a landmark she recognizes. Little does she suspect there are eyes on her.
After a short while Stacie begins to get anxious. She is sure she should have seen something by now. Suddenly she hears a noise across the street. Looking over she sees two young Mexican men appear from out of the shadows. She isn’t positive, but if she doesn’t stare maybe they will just ignore her. Glancing over she sees them start heading her way. One even waves.
“Oh, shit.” She says and bolts.
“Hey wait, chica!” She hears them call from behind “We just want to talk to ya!”
“Bullshit” she thinks as she looks back and sees them chasing her.
Thinking to lose them in the dark she skirts between two old warehouses. It is dark as hell with no light source. She hears them a ways behind her still. Suddenly out of nowhere a pair of arms grabs her. She is suddenly being held in a vice like grip with one arm around her arms and another covering her mouth. She hears a voice whisper “Ssssshhhhhhh.”
She can still hear the other two guys coming up fast. She has her legs free, so she could knee this guy in the balls and escape. But she has lost her lead on the other two. Or she could put her life literally in this strangers hands.
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