An alleyway grabs you

In the waning sunlight of the afternoon the alley doesn't look scary at all as you pass it.

So the fact that you're suddenly grabbed from behind, a rough hand clamped over your mouth, and pulled deep into the growing shadows of the alley are all enough to kick your adrenaline into high gear.

You twist and try to escape, but to no avail; you can hear a man laugh softly in your ear as you struggle to escape. You even work enough of one arm free to give his chest a sharp jab with your elbow. "That's enough of that," he says sharply, and suddenly there's a gleam of metal out the corner of your eye. The hand that isn't clamped on your mouth waves a rather sharp looking knife within your field of vision. "Now then," he says in a reasonable tone,"I hope you'll be a nice and polite girl and stay quiet. No screaming, it's bad for me, and definitely bad for you," he emphasizes the word with a jab to the air in front of your face. You still and cease struggling, terrified. You don't want to go blind, you don't want your nose cut off your face - honestly your mind is rapidly cycling through your arbitrary 1 in 300 million men Rule and **** hopes that you're not going to end up a statistic.

"Will you behave and be quiet?" he asks you.

You swallow thickly, and nod timidly, and the hand on your mouth slides down to wrap around your neck.

"Good," he praises, and grabs you by the upper arm roughly.