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"See y'all tomorrow!" Amy called to her wasted coworkers, before leaving the bar. A relaxed smile still pulled at her lips, body loose and comforted from the warmth of the alcohol. She avoided drinking too much, but still ended up a little tipsy. Not enough to make her stumble, but just enough to loosen the tension from her muscles. She made her way down the sidewalk, hugging her arms around her middle when she felt a gentle breeze ghost over her.
Footsteps clicked behind her, but she brushed it off. Plenty of people walk around this part of town at night, what with the nice bars and restaurants that stayed open late. Still, it made her nervous. Without really deciding to, she picked up her pace. If she listened closely, she could hear the person behind her do the same. Oh God, they were following her. Amy barely had time to react, before the person caught up to her. They grabbed her arm, dragging her into a nearby alley, pushing her back into the brick wall. An arm across her chest kept her in place, along with the sharp point of a knife being held against her abdomen.
"Take out your fucking wallet before I gut you," a gruff voice of a man demanded. "Now!"
With a shaky breath, Amy obeyed. Blinking back tears, she reached her fingers into her jacket pocket, pulling out the item. She breathed out slowly, holding up the wallet so the man could see.
"Here," she whimpered.
"Shut up," he growled. He opened it, taking out the little cash she had in there. He threw the wallet to the ground, before the cool metal of the knife was pressed against her neck. "Don't fucking move or talk."
Amy felt panic grip her. "Please, I did what you--"
Pain blossomed through the back of her skull, as he slammed her further into the wall. "I said to not talk, bitch!"
Distracted by her fear and pain, Amy didn't hear the figures approaching the alley. Suddenly, the man was thrown off her, letting her remove herself from the wall digging into her back. She stumbled forward, before firm hands caught her by the arms. She struggled briefly, before the hands righted her and let her go.
"You're alright," the soft whisper soothed. "He ain't gonna bother you now."