You were walking down the street, not paying attention to your surroundings. It was pitch black out and you couldn't see within a three-foot radius of you, and that worried you because you could hear footsteps behind you, not knowing who they belonged to. You decided not to go home because that would let the person know where you live. Suddenly, someone puts their hand over your mouth and nose, blocking your airways. "Not. A. Single. Word." A masculine British voice orders.