Where's This Going?
Viktoria
She couldn’t hold it in any longer, her painful screams from being pulled by her hair against her will, the gravel and glass cutting into her skin echoed against the walls. Her legs flailed around, trying to get a grip against the floor and her hands scratching at the man’s as she tried to pry his grip off. A thought suddenly popped into her head that could possibly free her from the man. She kept one hand up at her head still fighting so that the man wouldn’t notice what she was doing, as her other hand slipped to her back pocket, scarping against the small obstacles on the floor. Her eyes travelled to the man, his face was stone-hard-giving away no emotion what so ever. She took a deep breath, trying to time her escape before she withdrew her hand from her back pocket and quickly slung her body to the side, stabbing the man in his back thigh with a bigger pocket knife. The man released his grip but only for a second, that was all it took for her to crawl away as fast as she could but she screamed in terror yet again as she felt herself being pulled backwards by her legs. There seemed to be no escape.