Heard footsteps approaching from behind, and a deep female voice hissed, "I've got you, you dumb bitch. Don't say a word."

In the dim alleyway, you turned and briefly saw two tall women, before one of their hands wrapped around your throat and the other pinned your arm to your back.

"That's right, stay still. You are mine now, get it slut?"

The hand on your throat pushed upward and pulled your face toward hers. She had jet black hair, dark, angry green eyes and deep red lipstick. She wore a tight black dress on a firm, muscular but shapely figure.

"Look at me, I'm in control," she said, squeezing your throat tighter.

"We saw you at the bar, buying those drinks for those girls. They took them and laughed. You were nothing to them. So desperate and pathetic..."