Grace could hear the storm raging overhead. The wind tore at the tiles on the roof and the rain lashed violently against every surface.
Inside the stadium it was pitch black. The weather had knocked out the power an hour or so before and many of the torches and candles people had lit in terror were beginning to flicker and fade.
After the warning had come, the whole city had been forced to evacuate or crowd inside. Grace and Solomon had tried to get out on but the freeway became so blocked that they ended up following the swarm of people into the stadium for safety. Once inside, they realised their terrible mistake.
Most of those who had remained were men and Solomon kept Grace protected in his arms at all times, fearing the hungry glances which were directed her way.
They had had to abandon the house in the early hours and she was still dressed in his old t-shirt and boxers which she had slept in along with a light jacket and sneakers. Curled against her, Solomon was aware of her long, smooth white legs inadequately clad in the shorts and her small breasts showing through the thin fabric of the shirt. She looked so beautiful, even with her short brown hair mussed up and no make up covering her skin, that Solomon had a permanent semi erection at her proximity. But this only made him more aware of the other men and their ill concealed lust.
Grace shivered and pressed her back further against her boyfriend's solid ebony chest. The sounds of the hurricane were terrifying and she trusted the building would keep them safe but the more the darkness seemed to wrap around them, the colder and more frightened she became. She gripped his arms around her so tightly that they crushed her breasts painfully against her chest.
A man moved past them and in the faint light Grace saw him take a long, hard look at her long bare legs. He smirked to himself horribly. Grace hoped some light would last until the worst of the storm had gone and they could leave this place.
Solomon moved forward so that he could whisper in her ear, "Babes I need to take a leak. Do you want to come with me?"
She nodded vigorously in reply. She didn't want to be left alone out here.
They stood up and carefully picked their way over the hunched bodies crowded into every inch of space and then went down the tunnel towards the bathrooms.
Before they could get there, Solomon felt a heavy weight on the back of his legs and pitched forward, dragging Grace with him as he fell. She cried out in pain as they hit the floor and tried to twist sideways to see what was happening. The blinding light of a torch shone directly into her eyes.
The pressure on Grace lifted as Solomon was dragged to his feet, leaving her feeling exposed. Once she had readjusted her eyes to the sudden light, Grace could see two white men standing over her and a third holding Solomon against the side of the tunnel. There was a knife in his hand, pressed against the side of her boyfriend's neck.
"What's this boy doing with a fine young white girl like you eh?" said the man with the torch. "Seems like something's wrong here."
