Braided Pony

CHAPTER 12

A/N

hey guys👋🤗I hope all is well, I just want to put a warning that there is sexual things in this chapter "rape" so to say. I just want to let those know who would be triggering by it. Have fun reading.

Typical, just typical, I thought to myself, frustration simmering beneath the surface. I’d wasted two hours—maybe more—just listening to Rindou talking, I know he is worrying about Ran but I can't do anything, Ran doesn't even want to talk to me. ""You still don’t get it do you?"" His words echoed in my head, what did he mean by that?. My boot connected with a loose rock, sending it skittering across the pavement as I wandered through the dim streets of Roppongi, the city’s neon lights flickering in the distance like forgotten promises.

The weight of Rindou’s words still hung in the back of my mind, twisting uncomfortably with every step I took. Why had I even bothered? The entire conversation had felt like a waste of time. A chill ran down my spine, something felt off but I ignored it.

The streets seemed unusually empty tonight, the sounds of the city fading into a distant hum. The flicker of a faulty streetlight overhead cast long, uneven shadows along the alleyway I found myself drifting towards—a shortcut home. Or maybe it was just a desire to escape the weight of the evening altogether. My eyes darted around, surveying the alley, my mind half-absent but alert. Nothing unusual.

Still, as I walked deeper into the narrow passage, a prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck. That strange, unmistakable feeling of being watched. I paused, glancing over my shoulder. The alley was empty—silent except for the faint rustle of plastic bags caught on the wind and the distant hum of the city. My breath caught in my throat for a second longer than it should have, but I forced myself to keep moving.

It’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

I continued down the alley, my footsteps echoing in the confined space, each one louder than the last. But the feeling didn’t go away. If anything, it grew stronger, the oppressive weight of unseen eyes pressing in on me, thickening the air. My pace quickened, each step more deliberate, my senses sharp. And then—just as the alley twisted, a dim corner casting dark shadows ahead—I saw four shadows.....great...just great

Four figures stood in my path, blocking the narrow exit. Their faces twisted with ugly, smug grins, the kind that told me they weren’t here for a chat. My stomach churned as I slowed, eyes scanning their faces—rough, hard-eyed, and filled with intent. Bad intent.

The leader, a tall guy with a crooked smile and a scar slashing across his cheek, took a step forward, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. The others chuckled lowly behind him, their eyes glinting under the flickering alley lights.

I stayed quiet, my gaze hardening as I assessed the situation. There was no point in turning back—they had me cornered. My fingers twitched instinctively, ready for whatever would come next.

“You lost, sweetheart?” another one, shorter but stocky, sneered from the side, his eyes raking over me like I was prey. “Not exactly the safest place for a pretty thing like you to be wandering around alone.”

My jaw clenched, but I held my ground. “I’m not lost,” I said, my voice steady, cutting through the tension.

The leader’s smile widened, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, the smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne filling the air between us. “That’s good to hear,” he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. “Because we were starting to think you might need... some help finding your way.”

Behind him, the other three chuckled again, their smirks growing more sinister with each passing second. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to stay calm, my mind already calculating. There were four of them. The alley was tight—no easy escape route. If things went south, As I stood frozen in the dimly lit alley, the four men closed in around me, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and malice. The leader, a towering figure with a cruel grin, took a step forward, his hand slipping out of his pocket with a glint of steel. The knife he held seemed to dance in the faint moonlight, its edge glinting menacingly as he began to circle around me.