It was almost like my feet were glued to the road because I couldn't move my body out of fear. The four rugged-looking men were walking slowly towards me with malice drawn in their faces. "Easy, Rod. You might scare her," said the shortest of them, a man who looked like he was in his thirties. His unkempt hair and dirty clothes made look like a savage. "It's still best if we can just convince her to just come with us. Damaged goods don’t sell well."

"C-Come with you? Why would I come ...