After a long dinner at a restaurant, it was time to go home. However, I had to cut through a dark alleyway to get to my house faster. In a small black, thigh split dress, black tights, black heels and my long brown hair in a styled ponytail, and a woman, of course I was now a victim. I saw a group of men, laughing at the end of the alleyway. My heart stopped, as I calmed myself down, or attempted. Just then, I felt a hand around my waist, a masculine figure pulled me close to him.