Slowly, six men started to surround her. Six big, strong, men. But she knew she was being stalked. They were good, almost silent. Almost. Cornering her into an abandoned hallway far enough from any major grouping of people, and close enough to an exit. She knew the protocol. Fight hard, kick where it hurts, but don’t scream. That will only distract yourself and bring unwanted attention*.

The bags she was carrying were heavy and full, a perfect tool to save her. Throwing the heavy bags at three of the men, knocking them down. Her next move was crucial, hit hard, hit fast, get out. This would have been easier if she wasn't as badly bruised and sore as she was from the previous day's festivities. She punched one of them straight on causing him to fall backwards. Another two she hit their chest in just the right spot. Hitting their solar plexus which caused them to double over and lose their breath.

Even with all of her efforts put into fighting, they were too relentless. Again, they closed in on her. Forming a circle, one tackled her. Just as she was fighting him off, another and another tackled her and pinned her arms, legs and torso down. They were rough, angry, and certainly not pleased about the little scuffle they had. They put tight cuffs around her wrists and tied her legs together. Finally, worst of all, they blindfolded her. And all of a sudden, everything went black.