The respectable young girl is currently hunching her shoulders, pressed against the wall, her trembling lips unable to form coherent words, "Who...who...who are you? I...I...I don't know you..."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, come with me, honey, you'll get to know me soon enough…" The thug says as he moves closer to her, "and I'll introduce myself…"
Fear marked on the face of the young girl, her stammer worsened, "I…I...don't...want to...know...you."
The thug laughed, "That's not for you to decide. I call the shots here. Come on, girl, don't make me resort to roughness."
As he finished his words, he stretched out his hand, aiming to grab the young girl's wrist.
The terrified young girl dodged him, and large tears rolled down her face: "I...I don't want to...please, please let me go...I...I can give you money. How much do you want? I...I can give you all...you want…"