Samantha, completely numb and void of feeling, made her way out of the bar, the world before her spinning, but her legs were steady. She made her way down the road and through an alley, three men were on the opposite side, but she didn't care.
She kept walking, half staggering, but confidence in her walk.
Like a pack of wolves smelling blood, they turned around to the sound of heels behind them. A grin spread on one, two, and then the third. They looked like they were going to eat her alive. Good.
"Hey there, pretty girl. What are you doing out here so late?"
She didn't answer, she just kept walking. They formed a small line so that she couldn't get by, and she stopped and stared.
"A girl like you could get into some trouble out here." The mans eyes looked her over, eyeing her cleavage before his eyes went down the length of her legs, a wicked grin on his face. "Especially in that skirt."
What was he, their leader? Her eyes looked over the other two, who seemed like hyenas following a lion. Their eyes were just as hungry, but they wouldn't budge until he made a move.
"Tell me, where you headed dressed like that? I hope not home. You're too pretty to leave now." That's when he took a step forward. Samantha only stared at him, why wasn't she running? Why wasn't she defending herself? Why wasn't she doing anything? He got closer, the smell of whiskey and smoke on him. The other two moved also, but going behind her. Her eyes stared at the leader in felt of her.
His fingers trailed up the length of her arm and to her neck, his fingers grazing to her collarbone, and then over her left breast. That's when she slapped his hand away. At least she had some sort of reflex working. She thought it was much harder, but with the alcohol, she'd nearly missed.