You were walking home from work, and it was getting dark. You lived in a sketchy area, and you are a very tiny girl. As you were walking, someone puts a hand over your mouth and picks you up, dragging you to the back of an alley. They start to take off your clothes and you cry. Before they can fully remove your pants, you hear a gunshot and see the man undressing you fall limp. You curl into the corner, crying and praying they were on your side.

“Hey, it’s okay princess, your okay.” He says.