Please let them just want the money, I silently prayed. But the man holding my arm did not release it. He pushed it up even farther. Was he going to break my arm? I tried to scream but only a whimper came out.
The man in the Grinch mask picked up my purse and said something I couldn’t hear to his buddy next to him.
He looked back at me and they both chuckled. Now I was glad I couldn’t see their faces.
“Bring her over to those bushes,” the taller one ordered. And suddenly I felt my feet leave the ground. My toes skimmed the rough pavement as the one holding me started to drag me to the darkest part of the lot.
I struggled to free myself but it was no use. Every self-defense class maneuver I had ever learned flew out of my head.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! My heart was pounding so fast, I thought I was going to pass out.
Then suddenly I heard another man’s voice. Deeper. Older. Coming from somewhere behind us.
“I think you boys are done here now. I’ll take over.”
But no one let me go. I was still being dragged. Was this a friend of theirs?
“Oh I don’t think so man. But we can share,” sneered the one who had his hand over my mouth. It was getting hard now to even take a breath.
Footsteps behind me on the gravel got closer but I wasn’t able to twist around to see who was there.
“I don’t share,” he said quietly. Now he was right behind us. “Let her go. Now.”
And then I heard the unmistakable cocking of a gun’s hammer. A big gun. I had been around policemen long enough to know that sound.
Whoever was holding me, let me go so fast my feet hit the ground and I stumbled and started to fall forward. I could hear the footsteps of my assailants running away.
New hands quickly caught me and kept me from hitting the pavement. But still terrified, I struggled to get away.