Go through the town.

You decide to head through town, but you still feel a little uneasy about heading through such a 'quiet' neighborhood. As you make it through the more populated areas of town, all the crowds of the busy morning start to die out once you take a turn down an oddly much darker street.

Even in the bright morning sun, this part of town is just ominous, and it gives you chills. You look warily into the dark alleyways, and only see shadows, and you eventually start to pick up the pace, wanting to get out of here as soon as you can. You continue walking at a speedy pace until you feel something, like an arm, shoot out around your waist and one of your arms, followed by a firm hand cupping over your mouth before you can make a noise. All that comes out of you is a muffled 'squeak.'

"Well, well, what do we have here? Where are you off to in such a hurry my pretty little bitch?" you hear a sinister, almost lustful sounding voice whisper in your ear, and you strain your eyes to look over your shoulder as he holds your head in place with the hand over your mouth.

You know you have to get away from this guy, but how? You have one arm free, if for just a moment, but you think you might be able to get a shot in between his legs with one of your own legs.