This story is dedicated to a sweet girl with a dirty secret somewhere in south east asia. I have naturally changed her name.
Cheryl was excited. Her boyfriend who she had been dating for the past few months had something special in mind. He had booked a table for them at an expensive italian restaurant, and had even agreed to pay for her lovely new dress earlier today. She forbid him to see her in it before the evening and was now admiring herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous in red. Cheryl was pretty much your typical petite chinese girl. Shoulder length black hair, cute pretty face and a slender figure with a 32B chest. And right now she looked stunning. She only needed to apply some final touches on her make up and then she was ready to go. She wanted to look perfect for him. Normally she didn't use much make up, but this time it was going to be special. Only him and her, no friends or third wheels.
She looked at the time and realised she was going to be late from her date if she didn't hurry. Instead of picking her up, they had agreed to meet infront of the restaurant, and there was not much time left. Definitely not enough time to trust a taxi whole way through. She figured she would just take one to the nearest subway station as she didn't want to walk around in her high heels. Her mind was occupied with nothing but thoughts of her boyfriend as she walked out the door.
It wasn't hard to find a taxi, but she wasn't so sure about Friday night traffic. So she only asked to get to the nearest subway station. She knew she could get close enough to the restaurant that way. She only needed to cross the park and walk two blocks to get to the restaurant from the last stop. Her head was filled with thoughts about the evening. She had not seen her boyfriend in a almost a week, as schoolwork had kept her busy, but now she knew she deserved the attention she was going to get tonight. She paid the taxi and joined the crowd entering the subway station. She got on the cart and sat down. Daydreaming about her boyfriend's reaction when he sees her was all she could think about, and so she reached her stop before she knew it. After getting out of the cart she took out a mirror from her purse and did a final check on her make up before entering the night. The entrance to the fenced park could almost be seen at the other end of the street, as she ascended the stairs from the station. Walking towards the park, she checked the time from her mobile phone, and picked up the pace. She wouldn't be that late, but she didn't want the keep her boyfriend waiting. And she didn't want to wait either.
Nearing the park gates, a red SUV parked right beside her. She didn't pay any attention to the vehicle or its passengers and entered the dimly lit park. Sounds of men speaking and the car doors slamming could be heard in the distance. She didn't look behind her until she realised they were entering the park too. She saw five to six men. Probably caucasian, not asian like her sweetheart. She could hear them talking, loudly. Cheryl kept walking on the paved road that crossed the whole park. The next time she looked behind her she could not see a trace of the men nor hear them. It was just her and the sound her high heels in the humid night. As she reached the small clearing at the middle of the park, she realised the men were sitting there on the benches, silent. She could feel them stare at her. Indeed, there were six of them. She could not see their eyes in the dark, but still avoided eyecontact, keeping her head facing straight where she was going. How had they gotten past her, she wondered. And as soon as she thought she had made it out of the clearing, she could hear their shoes shuffling only a fraction of a second before two arms were around her, chrushing her slender body against a strong chest. One arm pinning her arms against her body and the other one over her mouth, preventing her from making the tiniest sound. Her eyes wide open she tried to register what was happening. The world was spinning as she was carried to a secluded spot near a small building in the park and then thrown down on the ground.
She was told to get up. In a state of shock Cheryl only remained on her hands and knees, her eyes transfixed on her own small hands that were gripping the soil. This could not be happening. Was this a dream? Where is her boyfriend? What happened? A fist grabbing her hair and pulling her up she was snapped out of it. She was staring into the eyes of a white man in his late 20s. His stare taking control of her and preventing her from even looking at the other men. He told her to do as she was told and she would not be hurt. She could only stare at his eyes in horror. Raising his voice he repeated himself and and brought his hand to squeeze her face. This time he got a nod from her. And then she was thrown on the ground again, only to be surrounded by the men.