DeliciousMaiden
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Max squealed as the man wrenched her arm and the blade slipped from her previously tight grasp.
The metallic clatter echoed round the dark subway.
She hadn't expected a confrontation … the weapon had been pure bravado … but he wasn't to know that …
It was supposed to be so easy.
For days she had watched him, observed his routine and finally talked herself into it. He so obviously had money to spare.
She could see the fat wallet bulging temptingly in the pocket of his overcoat.
He was just asking to be robbed.
He wouldn’t miss the money.
It wasn’t as if she was going to do a scam on his plastic or anything.
She just needed hard cash for food and to get a bed for the night.
She had been desperate…
”Let me go!!”
She shouted as he hauled her bodily away from the discarded knife.
Struggling, she knew she had to get free.
She aimed a forceful kick to his shins, followed by a bite to the hand that still held her fast.
With a curse he finally let go. She had a split second to escape and took it.
She never expected the flailing left arm that caught her across the shoulder with such momentum that she few backwards and seemed to bounce off the subway wall, before landing in a half conscious heap on the ground.
For moments the man stood surprised how effective his retaliation was.
And still his attacker made no sound or movement.
Only when he stepped nearer and reached out to pull back the hood that obscured the thug's features did he falter:
His attacker was much younger than he had seemed, his frame much lighter in fact.
His hand hovered in disbelief as a soft murmur came from the now helpless form before him.
Kneeling closer now, the man carefully eased the fabric back as long dark hair tumbled free.
Shock and incredulity froze him as he stared downwards.
No wonder his attacker had taken such pains to conceal their identity!
The pain in his hand and shins a dull irritation now as he stared into the deathly pale face of the young girl who lay before him ...
The metallic clatter echoed round the dark subway.
She hadn't expected a confrontation … the weapon had been pure bravado … but he wasn't to know that …
It was supposed to be so easy.
For days she had watched him, observed his routine and finally talked herself into it. He so obviously had money to spare.
She could see the fat wallet bulging temptingly in the pocket of his overcoat.
He was just asking to be robbed.
He wouldn’t miss the money.
It wasn’t as if she was going to do a scam on his plastic or anything.
She just needed hard cash for food and to get a bed for the night.
She had been desperate…
”Let me go!!”
She shouted as he hauled her bodily away from the discarded knife.
Struggling, she knew she had to get free.
She aimed a forceful kick to his shins, followed by a bite to the hand that still held her fast.
With a curse he finally let go. She had a split second to escape and took it.
She never expected the flailing left arm that caught her across the shoulder with such momentum that she few backwards and seemed to bounce off the subway wall, before landing in a half conscious heap on the ground.
For moments the man stood surprised how effective his retaliation was.
And still his attacker made no sound or movement.
Only when he stepped nearer and reached out to pull back the hood that obscured the thug's features did he falter:
His attacker was much younger than he had seemed, his frame much lighter in fact.
His hand hovered in disbelief as a soft murmur came from the now helpless form before him.
Kneeling closer now, the man carefully eased the fabric back as long dark hair tumbled free.
Shock and incredulity froze him as he stared downwards.
No wonder his attacker had taken such pains to conceal their identity!
The pain in his hand and shins a dull irritation now as he stared into the deathly pale face of the young girl who lay before him ...
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