She flees

Jessica ran faster than she had ever run before. She knew, if the two young men would catch up to her, it wouldn’t be pretty. They would strip her naked and they would fuck her and then, maybe, if she was lucky, they would leave her naked, dirty and without money or ID in a strange city in a strange country. And she knew that resisting them successfully wouldn’t improve her situation once they caught her again. So she ran!

She heard their breath, could feel them behind her, catching up and the rising panic gave her a boost. She reached the end of the alley, but instead of a big street with a saving crowd of people she faced two empty, small alleyways, both empty and both only leading up to further partings. Without thinking or even slowing down she stormed down the left path, but the parting just lead to another fork! Soon she found herself in a labyrinth of small, crooked streets and alleys every time blindly choosing a direction without any sense, completely lost of all sense of direction, the men still on her heels.

Once one of the men caught up to her and grabbed her scarf from behind. For a terrifying second Jessica choked as she was pulled back, but then the scarf loosened and she broke away again, leaving the men with the expensive fabric clasped in his hand.

After almost two minutes of wild chase Jessica felt the men fall back behind her. She was getting away! The glimpse of hope gave her a fresh rush of energy and she chased down the cobbled street. She was almost safe!

Jessica’s heart sank when she all of a sudden found herself facing a wall. A dead end! “…Nooo…” she whined as she looked at the firm, red bricks, slamming her fist against them helplessly. “Fuck!” she groaned, her head spinning around, looking for an escape.

She had gained a little advance on her pursuers, but she could hear their steps already as they chased after her. She had another five seconds before they would turn around the corner. Panicking she looked around and spotted three possibilities. The first was an open garbage bin, with the lid lying on the floor next to it. She saw that it was empty and it looked big enough to hold her, but hiding in a dumpster was not exactly a stroke of genius and if the men found her she was, quite literally, fucked.

Next to the bin lay a rusty piece of metal pipe on the floor. It was about two feet long, thick and rusty, but it looked sturdy enough to make a good weapon. Maybe making a stand was the better possibility than hiding…

Finally she spotted a door. Small and hidden in the shadows, it was probably locked and if she didn’t get in she had wasted her best chance to get away with knocking against an empty room’s door while her pursuers closed in…

She had to do something now or the men would be here! Her pulse raced as Jessica made her decision.