Date night in an alley

The first date

I kept my head down as I walked the street in the cold and dark night. The moon was full, and the smell of city air drifted around.
My steps were long and rushed, as I was desperate to get home, and feeling unsafe.
It was dangerous for a woman to be out at night, especially alone.
Recently, there have been more and more reports of women going missing or cases of being raped. It’s sad really - Those poor helpless girls being taken advantage of and not being able to do anything about it.
Just thinking about it sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Normally at this time, I was cuddled up in bed reading a nice book, listening to some soft classical music in the background. Tonight, was different though - I volunteered to do some extra hours at work resulting in my late-night walk home.
I shook my head in regret and let out a sigh. There is nothing I can do now except get home without any problems.

I lifted my head and perked up as I heard what seemed to be two men walk out of the bar I pass every day.
I looked back down and let out a shaky breath as I walked by them in a hurry.
I thought I got away without being noticed but my hopes were crushed when one of them made a catcall. I stopped and turned around to look at the men - Both of them looked me up and down then gave me a grimy smirk.
I turned back around and walked away faster paying them no mind.
If I’m lucky that’s all that will happen between me and these guys.

I think I'm in the clear when suddenly I felt my arm gripped and I got dragged into a dark alleyway.

My mouth was covered as I was pushed up against the wall. “You thought you could get away from us? I'm so hurt baby,” the man said with a lick of his lips.

“Maybe she needs a punishment, what do you say about that, Dylan?” the other man asked.

My eyes widened and I shook my head violently in protest, muffled screams barely escaping from the hand covering my mouth as both men chuckled in response.

“I think she does need a punishment, Danny” the man said gripping my mouth even tighter.

The other walked up right beside me on the wall while the man holding me against the wall began leaving sloppy kisses along my neck, trailing lower and lower with each one.

My eyes began to tear up as he pulled my shirt down revealing my lacey, black bra. Great, I knew something like this would happen. I knew I shouldn’t have ever taken those extra hours.
I felt something hard poking into my ass through my office skirt and I let out a loud sob when suddenly the other man groped my chest roughly. My tears were now flowing endlessly.
I feel so violated, so disrespected, and just like those other girls, completely helpless.

I was about to dissociate when the man holding me down was ripped off of me.
I fell limply to the ground and continued to sob.
I didn’t even bother to look at what happened. I could hear distant grunts of pain. It felt like what seemed to be forever before it all stopped. Now, silence.

I slowly lifted my head to be met by a tall muscular body, my hero. I presumed he was looking down at me, for all I could make out was his body and the silhouette of his dark hair.

Before too long he reached his hand out making me flinch. I stared at his hand blankly, contemplating whether or not I should grab it.
Deciding against it, I tucked myself farther into the wall, covering myself from the mysterious man.

He didn’t take too well to my reaction before he bent down and grabbed me up into his big strong arms.

I squealed and clung onto him tightly as he pushed me back against the wall.
I pulled my head off of his shoulder and leaned back against the wall.
Now that I can see him better, I assessed his features thoroughly.