A scarred hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you into an alleyway, making a startled sound leave your lips. Bright azure eyes glow in the darkness, piercing through yours as they make brief eye contact. Your body is slammed forcefully against the wall making the air get knocked out of you, the same hand that had pulled you is wrapping around your neck, squeezing. His body presses against yours, pinning you to the cold concrete. His exposed skin is brushing against yours, his scars rough against your soft contrast, his staples digging into your skin. His clothed body pressed harder against yours, keeping you from squirming. You could feel everything against you.

”Don't freak out…”

The man’s voice was rough, one of a smokers, yet quiet as he spoke, his voice a mere whisper. Slowly, his grip loosens around your neck, enough to let you breath. The hand drifts up to clamp over your mouth, and you see his eyes drift towards the mouth of the alleyway. It was then you could hear faint footsteps and muffled voices.

They stop in front of the alleyway, and it’s three men. They turn their heads towards the dark alley, and the man who was against you pressed closer, as if hiding you, but it was too dark to see the two of you anyway. One of the three men click their tongue, voice clear now.

”Damnit, almost had her. Where she’d go?”

Another pipes up.

”Whatever, let’s go.”

They all continue walking, and after their footfalls fade, the man who’d yanked you down the alleyway took a slight step back.