Her sixth sense, but almost too late

Julie stood, locked in inner turmoil, unable to decide exactly which way she should play this. A faint "Hey, baby!" and a hand roughly grabbing her left sleeve made up her mind for her.

Even as her mind registered the creepy tones, she spun away from him, not daring to look him in the face. Her spin was nearly a disaster, as her blouse pulled taut in his grasp, but she was lucky. Amidst several tearing sounds and a sudden loosening of her blouse, she was abruptly free, turning her momentum into a pell-mell dash towards the front of the shop.

As she sprinted, she could feel her breasts bouncing violently, but she couldn't spare an arm to support them. She could hear a shouted, "Over here!" and the pounding of several sets of feet behind her. Adrenalin fueled her, giving her a speed she didn't know she had, and she shot out of door of the shop, the guys hot on her heels.

Her sprint was suddenly disrupted by a loud, "Aw, shit!", the abrupt clatter of someone stumbling, and a hand managing to reach inside her thong's waistband. The elastic held for a brief moment, long enough to throw her off-balance, and she found herself falling, as a hand bounced off her shoulder. She barely had time to yelp as the tile floor of the mall rocketed towards her with tremendous speed, and she barely managed to get her hands in front of her before she hit the floor, breaking her fall.

The blow still stung, her arms buckling, smashing her sensitive nipples into the cold tiles, her breasts painfully smashed beneath her. A hand grabbed at her right ankle, and she instinctively yanked her foot forward, preventing it from snaring her ankle. She felt it slide down towards her heel, then rough fingers against her bare arch, as her assailant managed to hook her shoe through one of the holes in her shoe. She spared a glance backwards, noting a young, black man with skin of ebony laying just behind her, already trying to surge up at her. Just over his shoulder, she could see another man, a Latino, being restrained by a bystander, even as another one reached for the man on her back.

She refused to give up, kicking backwards, surprised as the strong hand didn't lose it's grip on her shoe. Unfortunately, her foot failed to connect with him, and she wrenched it back with all the strength she could muster. She could feel the resistance as the surprisingly strong man holding her shoe refused to let go, then heard a sudden series of pops as the worn, battered stitching finally gave up the ghost. Her foot shot forward, narrowly escaping his other hand's final attempt to grab her ankle, as he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, and she shot to her feet before anyone could attempt to help her up.

Dodging the people who tried to help her, she again sprinted for all she was worth, streaking towards the next corner. She could feel she was off-balance, the slight difference in height between her left and right foot altering her gait, the strange *thud-SLAP!-thud-SLAP!* of her footfalls echoing in her ears. She ducked around another corner, into another foyer fronted with shops, dashing past startled patrons, her heart thudding in her chest. Her right sole stung at the **** it was receiving, but she ignored it, bouncing off the wall of the small hallway that advertised a restroom.

She slammed through the first door she hit, and dove into the first empty stall she found, locking the door behind her. She sat on the toilet and drew her feet up beneath her, curling the toes of her effectively-bare right foot, as she waited, the thunder of blood rushing in her ears nearly deafening...