Holly walked home in the rain, her boots helping her from not slipping up on the dark road. She shoved her hands in her pockets. The autumn showers that preceded the snows of winter were here, and being pelted by icy drops of water was not Holly’s idea of fun.

Suddenly, she felt a hand pull on her wrist.
“Hey, pretty. Walkin’ alone?”
Holly turned around to be faced with a thug.
“What type of loser wears sunglasses at night?” Holly smirked.
“Why you-! I’ll show you! Come with me!” he bawled. The man was obviously drunk; If it weren’t for his size, Holly wouldn’t be worried at all.
“Who in their right minds would follow you?” Holly dodged his grasping hand.
The thug ran forward and grasped her in a bear hug.

Holly felt her throat close as hands constricted around them.