After a late girls’ night out with her celebrity friends, Becky G takes a shortcut through a dim, narrow alley to get home faster. The laughter and music from earlier still echo in her mind—until the street goes eerily quiet. Halfway down the passage, a group of men step out from the shadows, spreading out just enough to block her path.

“Is there something I can help you with?” She asks a bit nervous.

One of the guys smirked at her. He looked over her slender figure, clearly assessing her as a prize. Becky tries to sidestep around him, but another guy blocks her path.

"Not so fast, little thing. You're not going anywhere." He grins sinisterly.

She tries to run but one of the men forces themselves onto her ripping her shirt off exposing her bra and body.

Becky G's eyes widen in panic as she struggles against the man’s grip, her voice cracking with fear.

"Get OFF me—SOMEBODY HELP!" She thrashes wildly, but another one of them grabs her wrists and yanks them behind her back. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels cold air on exposed skin.

One guy leans in too close, smirking. "C'mon... stop fightin' it."