As the man moves toward me, my body finally wakes up, and I remember how to move my legs. But as I turn to run, my hands forget how to hold things and I drop my phone and purse onto the pavement.
“Help!” I cry out. My voice echoes off the lonely walls of the alley. I hear the sound of quickened steps behind me. My body goes tense, preparing itself for the stab in the back I’m surely about to receive. I open my mouth to scream again, but a rough palm clasps my lips and squeezes my jaw shut, causing me to almost bite my tongue.
“Oh, no, no, no,” my attacker whispers in my ear. “Don’t do that, beautiful. You really don’t want to do that.”
I brace myself as tears spill from my eyes.
He’s going to kill me. I’m about to be lying on the pavement, dead, just like that poor man he just murdered
