Pursue the suspect

Katja couldn't escape the feeling that someone was watching her, but as she looked around the alley it appeared deserted. She then noticed a reinforced steel door ajar only a few feet away, but when she opened it no one was there. 'The suspect must have fled down here,' she thought to herself as she glanced into the dim interior, but the sunshine outside interfered with her ability to see inside.

The blonde stepped carefully over the threshold and into the building, wincing at the groaning as the door swung shut behind her. Temporarily blinded by the change of lighting conditions, Katja inched forward, listening for movement.

Unfortunately she was unprepared as a stocky body crashed into her from the side, knocking her cellphone out of her hand and sending it flying. Katja was stunned as the attacker slammed her against the wall and roughly grabbed her throat. Her hands fluttered in feeble display of self-defence as one of his hands constricted her airway and the other gripped her blouse. As she desperately pulled away from him, Katja's blouse tore open in front and the buttons popped off all at once.

"What a pretty little white girl, and such nice big titties!" the man hissed in her ear. "You lost? Glad I found you!"

"Please..." Katja begged in a wheeze, unable to say any more as her face turned blue.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," he told her as the police cadet started to black out. "You belong to me now."