Goddamn Rescue {Closed}
Alice glances over her shoulder one more time at the fading light of a dying streetlamp She has been walking too many blocks to count in decidedly uncomfortable shoes. Tapping a finger to her full lower lip, she glances at the alley before her. The darkness is permeated by a single light, weakly illuminating the side door of a bar.
She's dressed like trouble, but she doesn't expect any here. She's taken this route most days for the last fortnight A quick trip down an alley, even in this part of town, would save her a long detour around some construction that has been abandoned for the evening.
What Alice cannot see is a group of thugs, crowded behind a dumpster. They've recently injected the latest street drug, and the feeling of power and the craving for violence is racing through their systems with a vengeance. The lone clicks of Alice's heels down the darkened alley is a siren call. The leader smirks with yellowed teeth and turns in Alice's direction. With a single nod, he orders the men forward.
By the time the thugs menace visibly at Alice, she is already more than halfway into the alley. She makes a run for it. The lankiest one grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the circle they've formed. The men reek of uncleanliness and bad intentions.
