The Animal

The Trigger

Dying trees created shadows on the graffiti covered fences on either side of Scarlett. She had taken a wrong turn once again. She had only moved in with her cousin two weeks ago to begin university in london. Two weeks was not enough time for her to be familiar with the bus route. Here she was in a dirty alley at eleven thirty on a tuesday night. She looked to her left and saw broken syringes and needles, empty cigarette packs and the used condom here and there. On her right were dumpsters and boxes stacked on top of each other. She shivered. Scarlett was in a small plaid skirt with tall black suede boots and a black, Sherlock looking coat. Her loosely curled auburn hair rode the wind creating an allusion of fire. The unmistakable sound of footsteps filled Scarlett's ears. She whipped around to see a man standing a few feet behind her. A cigarette was smoldering between his lips.
" Hello," Scarlett said, " I seem to have lost my way, could you point me to Smith avenue?" Her voice was calm. Not once had she been harmed by another in london and she didnt believe she would be. The man said nothing. His hand raised to his mouth and directly went to the poison between his lips. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it on the ground. He brought his other hand out of his pocket. Light reflected of the small silver blade within his long fingers. Scarlett took a step back and put her weight on her heel to turn, but turned only into five guys with grins on their faces. A scream of horror and realization escaped Scarlett's plump red lips. The five men encircled her and the sixth joined them.
" Me first!" One man shouted another man shouted back at him and told him the "Boss" would get first taste. The sounds of Scarlett screaming for help and clothes being torn filled the chilly autumn air. Scarlett's jacket was on the dirty ground and her blouse ripped open to expose her luscious breasts. The men drooled onto them. They were mesmerized. This was Scarlett's chance. She shoved through them and began to run out of the alley screaming for a saviour. Her heel snapped and Scarlett's face hit the dirt. The men were close behind her as a black jaguar pulled up. Scarlett let out a sigh of relief. She was saved. The door opened and a man in a suit stepped out. His face was blurry from the tears that swam in Scarlett's eyes.
" Put her in the trunk." The six men picked her up. She began to scream again once she realized this man, her saviour, was in reality just the king of the hell she was now thrown into.