Into the abyss

For a few moments, Alexandra's whole world consisted only of her rushed breathing, the arrhythmic splashing and crunching her footsteps left in the garbage garden, and the tugging and tearing of splinters, rusty nails and worse in her clothes and skin.

A straight, long sprint wasn't even possible in the labyrinth of rubbish and scrap. Her fear never allowed Alex to pause to look for anything like a safe route. The trained mid-thirties was **** to squeeze through bottlenecks, rush around containers and climb over a mountain of trash-bags more than once. Plastic stretched to split, bursting under her weight. Hands and feet dipped into pulpy masses.

Eventually losing her balance at one point, sliding headfirst down a pile of organic, semi-decomposed debris and only stopping with the rude impact into something heavy and metal, her harried mind was finally **** to take a break after all.

The hunted beauty looked around anxiously. Between the heaped mountains of rubbish and the narrow walls of the houses, surprisingly little daylight penetrated down to her. But it was enough to let scurrying shadows on the edge of her periphery join the hoarse voices calling for her. The bums were still looking for her and no matter how reassuring words could have been, the lust in their voices did not hide anything that would threaten the voluptuous brunette if they found her.

"Come on missy, missy, missy."

"We won't hurt you, darling."

"Oh come on, don't be like that. I only want to taste you once.”

"We'll find you anyway. Where could you run anyway?”

"Let me help you. I'll show you the way. The way to my cock. Slut."

She had to get out of here. But where? Despite her frantic escape and the fact that she had exhausted herself completely, she didn't seem able to outperform her hunters to any significant extent. They might already be roaming around the next corner, hot on their heels, and Alexandra hadn't the faintest idea in which direction her escape would be the most promising.

Each additional step might bring them just as surely closer to her pursuers as away from her.

Then the starlets view fell on something strange. Partly hidden by a mountain of sacks, tires and scrap metal, she spied the rusty shell of an ambulance. Maybe if she could just hide from them long enough, the hobos would give up. Everyone needed to eat or sleep at some point, so if only she could go undetected for a few hours...

'Fuck it. The plan is as good as any other and I need a break.' Alexandra crept up to the ruined vehicle as quietly as she could.

The car was in a pitiful state. Wheels long since removed, the paint under rust can hardly be seen and the side windows are missing. Only the box attachment seemed to be complete. She was just about to see how she could manage to circumnavigate the mountain of rubbish to approach the car from behind when she heard a rustling not too far away.

Shocked like a hunted rodent, Alex forgot her plan and climbed through the side window and into the cab as quickly and quietly as she could.

The driver's seat was completely missing. Garbage piled knee deep in the cramped space and Alex slid into it. Turned around, her haunted gaze fixed on the empty window openings.

Nothing happened for a few moments. All she heard was her own breathing and the pounding of blood in her ears. Then she began to feel the numerous, small cuts and bruises in her skin for the first time. Her eyes wandered down her battered body. Her clothes had various tears and stuck to her body from her own sweat and numerous indefinable, damp spots. She just realized that she might have lost one of her sneakers at some point when the entire vehicle jolted.

Someone had opened the back door of the ambulance and Alexandra's breath stuck when the from the ceiling dangling rear view mirror granted her a glimpse at the silhouette of the one who was now shoving into the car from behind.