It was a warm August evening, clear and calm. Ruby had been celebrating her promotion at work, the one she had been striving for the entire two years she had been with the company. It had been extremely frustrating seeing so many less qualified people pass her by, but she refused to stoop to the politicking and backstabbing that earned their promotions. It was, therefore, somewhat of an affirmation that she was recognized on her own merits, by the CEO himself, and given the position she so richly deserved. Along with her promotion, she was given a week's vacation, while her new office was prepared for her.
After her night out on the town, she took the same route home that she always did. She also came home, as she always did, alone. This was not entirely her choice, but she had yet to meet that one that she truly felt comfortable with. As she left the subway station, lost in a happy fog of vindication and liquor, she felt an arm drape across her shoulders. Coming back to the present with a start, she looked to the source of the arm, and saw a young man, not more than eighteen or nineteen years old, staring back at her hungrily.
"Don't say a word, bitch. If even a single peep comes out of your mouth, you'll be dead before you complete the word. Just act as though we're old friends." Looking down, she saw the knife held casually in the young man's hand, and knew she had no choice. Casting a pleading glance briefly at her escort, she realized that mercy was not a word he knew. Choking back a sob, she nodded, hoping at least that he would let her live.
"Good, good. I've been watching you for awhile, slut. I've seen the way you carry yourself, and I know how you must be getting all that money for those fine clothes you're always wearing. I just want to take a little sample of your wares, that's all. Don't worry, it won't hurt...much." With an evil grin, he steered her down an alleyway.
Once they were out of open sight of the street, he gave up all pretense of gentleness. Roughly grabbing a handful of her dark hair, he dragged her behind a dumpster, and shoved her into the waiting arms of a much larger youth, who immediately began fondling her firm breasts.
"Scream all you want now, bitch. It'll just turn Dino here on. There's no one else to hear you, anyway. No one that'll care, at least." With that, he turned the knife around in his hand, and with a quick slash between her breasts, cut open the blouse she was wearing. "You won't be needing that anymore. Let's just see how much of this is real, shall we?"