"Hey, babe!! Where ya goin'?"
I slowly turn to face the man with a terrifying voice as a different voice cuts in.
"She's looking fine!!!"
A third voice also joins in.
"We'll have fun with this one."
The first man to speak steps forwardand got in my face.
"Are you ready for the night of your life?"
He sloppily winked as a huge scent of alcohol and cigarettes surge through my nose. I cringed and growled through gritted teeth.
"Get the hell away from me!"
One of the men behind him tsked and growled out.
"Now, now. Darling, you know we can't do that..."
The two men that were already behind the first man started inching forward saying things like,
"The gang'll love her." and
"What a fine piece of meat."
The last thing I heard was,
"let's take her to a less.... public... place."
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My (not-so) superman
Teen FictionWalking alone on a cold, bitter night in Woodstock isn't the best thing to do for a 17 year old. Even if you just fought with your mom. The freaky mist unnaturally crawling across the damp road while very new gas guzzlers pass through; and creepy me...
