As I struggled against their grip, I couldn't help but think back to when Vincent had saved me from a similar situation a few months ago. He had been my hero, and I had been grateful beyond words. But this time, he was nowhere to be found, and I was on my own.
My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plan. Maybe if I could distract them, I could break free and run. But before I could even think of a plan, one of the men reached for my waist, and I could feel his rough hands on my body.
"No!" I screamed, struggling to free myself, but they only laughed cruelly.
And then, suddenly, I heard the sounds of footsteps. There I saw a man with a hood walking towards us.
"Help me, please!" I shouted with all my might, hoping that this stranger would save me.
But the men who wanted to harass me covered my mouth, muffling my cries for help. One of them walked towards the hooded man, flicking his wrist and producing a small knife, trying to intimidate the stranger.
