Among the crowd there was a still man. Bewildered he seemed; his eyes not moving though confusion engulfing them. Compelled I was to offer aid but something in his stance stopped me. Described in it were rage, disappointment and the slightest hint of hope. Ecstatic the crowd was and yet he wasn’t able to let himself join the atmosphere. Fabricated around him was an invisible bubble of mental isolation. Granted through my conclusion was that his mind must have been going a thousand miles per hour.

Hesitation again making me balance on the tip of my toes, moving me forward but not quite advancing. Instead, I chose to swing backwards and snap back into my life; his life was none of my business.

Jaws were clenched as I walked back to my car and I realized never before had I actually believed those words. Keeping my thoughts locked up, I felt eyes burning into my back.

“Looking at me, sweety?” A deep voice startled me. Momentarily paralyzed I was. Nervousness gave me chills down my spine. Opened my car door as I ignored the threating voice behind me. Pressure quickly surrounded heavily around my wrist and pulled me right before I could sit on the white leather seats of my car.

“Quiet! Don’t you dare scream” he said. Rapidly, he took out a knife from his back pocket, barely visible.

“Succulent, I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy myself tonight… the first one failed to show up.” Terror filled my lungs, clouded my mind and filled the air around us; it was almost tangible.

Unlike stories I had read, this man couldn’t appear much more trustworthy and calm. Vulgarity seeped through his pores, however; this judgment further proved right when his hand slowly raced up my inner thigh.

“Wait…please….”, I couldn’t manage to spit out anything else. X-ray vision I bet he wished he had by the way he was staring at me. Yet he subtly interlocked his fingers into mine but firmly squeezing my hand.

Zooming cars was the last I heard as he dragged me into the street….