In the chaotic, violent struggle, my arm catches on the café's exterior wall. I fight with everything I have, thrashing, twisting, trying to create enough noise for the barista inside to hear through the solid, thick brick.
My arm snaps viciously against the wall, and the force violently tears my custom silver cuff bracelet from my wrist. The heavy silver band clatters loudly against the ground, bouncing into the snow-dusted gutter along with my phone, which slips from my pocket and lands face-down in the icy slush.
"Grab her hands!" the man holding me roars, his voice laced with sudden panic as I kick him hard in the shin, managing to get away for a few seconds. “The b***h is f*****g fighting me!”
A second man steps directly into my path. The sheer physical aggression in his movement
