05~On The Run[2]

[Emily]

My heart raced as the men closed in on my hiding spot, the lyrics of the song echoing in the air, creating a dreadful difference in the tense situation. I fumbled with my phone, desperately trying to silence it. The alarm stopped, but the damage was already done.

“What do we have here?” A man with a menacing glare pointed a gun at me. The others stood closely behind him, their hands in their pockets.

I gulped as panic surged through me, but I knew I had to think fast. With trembling hands, I held up my phone, as if to show that it was a harmless device.

“Sorry, it’s just an alarm," I said. I tried to be calm and collected as though I hadn’t just witnessed a murder. It was the opposite of what I felt at the moment. The men exchanged glances, suspicion written on their faces.

“Music alarm? At this time?” he snickered, clearly unconvinced. I nodded frantically, my mind racing for an explanation that would sound plausible.

“Yes, it’s just a reminder to go to sleep. I must have set it without realising.”

“Well, you’ve got an interesting choice of songs for alarms, Miss. Surely it’s going to lead you into trouble one day,” he warned, the threat in his voice making my blood run cold.

The men behind him chuckled amongst themselves, amused by what the man had said. I was not!

The man pointing the gun at me was a stern-looking man with a very deep scar on the left side of his face. He stared at me as though he could see right through my lies and signalled for the others to hold back as he stepped closer.

I started ranting as he did.

“It’s just a silly habit, you know? Must have gotten it from university,” I forced a nervous chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. “I sometimes forget to set it off. My apologies if it disturbed you. I’ll take my leave now.”

I didn’t even take a step, and his hand was on my shoulder, pushing me back.

“You’re not going anywhere, Miss.” He spoke close to my ear. The next thing I knew, his hands were tracing down the buttons on my shirt. It sent chills down my spine, and not the good type. His eyes were fixed firmly on my breasts as he made circles with his hand on my shirt before grabbing one of my breasts.

I let out a scream and pushed him back, but he was so strong that he barely budged.

“P...please stop," I yelled, shaken as it dawned on me what he planned to do with me.

He sneered and approached me again. I moved back, trying to get away from him until my back hit a wall. There was no escape!

The others joined him, and I was dragged to where the van was parked. I was shaking all over, fearing for my life and what they might do to me before they took it.

“Please let me go! I didn’t hear or see anything. Please believe me!” I pleaded, but it was of no use.

“Who are you trying to fool? You’ve been here the whole fucking time. You know what happens down here. You’re a beautiful lady. It wouldn’t hurt to have fun with you before getting rid of you.”

I was tossed into the back seat of the van, hurting my back in the process. The door was left ajar, and the man began unbuckling his belt.

No, please no, no!

Fear consumed me, pushing me to continue pleading as I erupted into sobs.

He got on top of me. I tried to stop him, but he pinned both my hands with one of his. He was too strong!

I resisted with whatever strength I possessed, trying with all my might to get him off of me. I would never be the same if it happened. It would scar me for life.

“Please stop! Stop, I don’t want this. Please!” I screamed, but he didn’t.

The sound of a gunshot filled the air and he quickly got off, alarmed.