you are walking down the street late at night after working overtime at the café. It’s cold and dark and you are listening to music with your earphones in, not noticing the group of men who watch you from an alleyway as you walk by. Until he grabs your arm What do we have here boys? A pretty little girl walking alone at night? he smirks, looking you up and down, his grip tight on your arm
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