Pick of Jessica ----> :)
The growing fear in my gut was a clear sign that I should run, but my legs wouldn't budge. My heart rapidly thumped against my rib cage, and my hands began to sweat. As I thought of the many ways to escape a situation like this, I kept taking small steps backwards, and he kept taking small steps towards me. His dark brown hair was flat across his head, and his brown eyes shimmered as the moon reflected off of them. A grin played at the corners of his mouth, satisfied with what he was doing. I looked around, trying to find an escape, but there were only walls. Enclosing in around us, making it impossible to run. I ran so far, tried to get away after his first assault, but he chased me.
He saw me walking down the street, as I made my way to a store, and he followed me. I didn't notice him until his hand was over my mouth and his arm around my waist, dragging me off into an alley. He shoved me up against the wall, cupping my neck tightly with his right hand, the other holding down one of my arms. Stubble shadowed over his cheeks and chin, and alcohol was heavy on his breath. He let go of my arm, and felt my body for valuables. His hand traced up my arm, over my chest, down my abdomen, around my waist, and so on. His hand stopped at the edge of my bottom, but on my thigh.
"How old are you?" He slurred, his eyes looking over my body. I could see him undressing me with his eyes, and it sickened me. I kept my mouth shut, hoping he'd leave me alone. When I didn't answer, his grip around my neck tightened, and his eyes flashed up, hunger and desperation in his expression. I winced, and tried to keep calm, but fear was taking over my train of thought, and I did what any girl would do. I brought my knee right to his gut, and shoved him off, running in the opposite direction. Of course, it was really late, and barely anyone was on the streets at this time. I could hear his foot steps behind me, chasing me down the road. I didn't dare look back, for the chance of tripping over my own feet.
I thought fast and whirled down a different street, and ran as fast as my legs would let me. It kept getting darker and darker, and my legs were growing more tired with every step. I could feel him catching up, hearing his breathing get closer and heavier. I willed my feet to move faster under me, and turned again, making a huge mistake. I continued running, not knowing it would be a dead end, and a death sentence. I slowed down, coming across a brick wall on all sides. I was completely cut off from any kind of escape. I was basically screwed.
"Looks like you're mine, huh?" The man muttered behind me, breathing hard. With the little light that was available, I could make out his figure. He walked slowly towards me, and my lungs began to tighten. Panic spread through me quickly as I tried to think of another escape. Another way to be able to live.
"I belong to Jesus, not you." I said, trying to make my voice sound as witty as I could. It didn't really come out like that.
"Jess, you know you belong to me, and only me." He said stepping closer and closer to me. How did he know my name? My heart stopped and sank into the pit of my stomach, making me sick. I wanted to vomit. Just release all my fear with one easy move. That wasn't going to happen.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, my hands trembling at my sides. My mind raced with prayers and wishes to be at home and safe. To be cuddled up on the couch, a light blanket laying over me, and music playing in my ears. To not worry about living or dying. Surviving was harder than it looked in a situation like this.