A decision taken

Hesitantly, the pretty brunette stood at her crossroads. To her left, the dark, narrow alley which, like a cursory glance revealed, was so crammed with numerous containers and mounds of rubbish that she was only able to see a few meters down. It almost seemed as if the already narrow path between the run-down street canyons was being used by all the neighbourhoods in the area to get rid of their scrap and household waste, which would otherwise be expensive to dispose. Trash bags piled up taller than a man. Strange, oily shimmering liquids ran over the cracked pavement and everywhere were shards and rusty nails protruding from scraps of wood. It wasn't an alley anymore, it was a rubbish dump and if Alexandra had had more time, she was sure, she would have been able to spot rodents and other pests moving under the mountains of rubbish. For nothing in the world would she venture into such a labyrinth of filth alone, under any reasonably normal circumstances.

But the circumstances were anything but normal. Because in front of and behind the ex-starlet it looked only slightly better on the run-down street, as the ruins of house fronts effortlessly revealed. It was also rapidly evolving into what the New York native could only describe as a scene from a zombie movie.

After the first bum had worked up the courage to stand up and slurred an obscenity at the beauty, one by one his comrades did the same. Three, four, five neglected figures rose painfully from their hiding places. They emerged from open doorways, behind overgrown hedges or cardboard dwellings in the middle of the sidewalk. Emaciated, skinny and covered in filth that had been rigid for months, they all had hardly anything human left about them. Their zombie-like faces were only underlined by the hunger in their eyes and the leathery tongues, which stroked past yellow-black stumps of teeth over brittle, torn lips.

Each of them only knew a woman like Alexandra Daddario from the dirty newspaper articles that they fished out of the garbage to wrap themselves in on cold days or to use as a jerk-off template on better days.

Neither of them had seen, let alone touched, such flawless, white, soft skin in decades. Such a wonderfully tight body, with curves that sinfully tightened clothes that were far too thin. Crowned by a face framed by waves of fragrant, soft brunette hair, whose bright blue eyes and elegant features seemed to have sprung from an angel.

It was simply impossible for them not to be attracted to this goddess sent to them, like moths into the light. So, they came. Struggling and in pain but driven by a desire that was clearly seeping out of every pore of their beings.

Alexandra felt this hunger from many meters away. That lust for her and what she promised them just by her being, that sprang from the lowest and most animalistic corners of the mind. The same part of Alex's own being that screamed at her that here would be no options for negotiations. If they understood her at all, they wouldn't be able to do anything other than fulfil the need, want to sexually **** her, or worse.

It was precisely this animal fear that left the young woman with no other option than to flee head over heels into the dark alley. All reason was forgotten, her financial need or the house to which she wanted to travel. The only thing that mattered was escape, away from the hungry eyes and into the maze of garbage, junk and urban canyons.