You take yet another shortcut.

The less time spent out here on the streets, the better... you thought to yourself. If I try and go around I’ll just get lost again! Another shortcut won’t hurt… right?

And with that, you step into the shadow of the alley off Macbeth (St.)...

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark, but faint silhouettes give way only to more places someone could be lurking behind; a rusting dumpster, a stack of pallets, the wheel-less frame of an abandoned car. You look overhead to see light-posts and hanging streetlights, but unfortunately find them off or too dim to provide any real comfort.

Your footfalls are deafening, almost unbearably so as you walk down the tenebrous passage. The traffic and bustle of the city seemed to dim, as though an invisible door had slid shut behind you, closing you off from the rest of the city. Each bit of discarded paper and swaying cable overhead set you on edge.

It was like navigating a frozen lake, each one of your steps eliciting dread, but instead of the fear of plunging into icy depths, it was a dinner bell calling out to anyone nearby…

Scenes from crime dramas and cheesy porn flicks once again ran through your mind as your imagination ran wild…

A man would walk out in front of you. You’d turn to run but find one behind you too! You’d freeze in panic, unsure of what to do… before one would eventually flip out a switchblade and demand your purse. You’d hand it over hoping that would be it, but knowing they’d find it empty. Upset at the lack of cash, they’d demand something altogether different from you…

The sound of your steps becomes infrequent.

They’d demand their toll be met and grab at you. In a flash you’d be pinned between them, your body nothing but payment. You’d protest, but it would fall on deaf ears as they fondled your ass and tits. Your breath would quicken and you’d meekly push against them, unable to break free before your clothes were thrown aside.

You set a hand against the alleyway wall, steadying yourself.

They’d whisper into your ear about what they were going to do to you as they lined themselves up: We’re going to turn you into a real woman. You’ll be begging us to put a baby in you. You’ll never want to be a man again…

You stopped. The alley was no longer quiet, your rapid breaths filling the empty space. It was also… wet, as you realized you had probably stained your panties once again. A twisting knot set within you, an anxious feeling of being left tied up, with no release. It was driving you insane… but you tried to ignore it as best you could and continue. It felt like an hour had passed but you weren’t even a quarter of the way through the alley…

This fucking pill… you mutter under your breath. How did I ever let Alicia talk me into-

A crash from behind you. It shattered the silence and echoed down the alley, and as you spun around to face the cause, you saw…!