Please, I silently prayed… let them just want the money.
But the man holding my arm did not release it. He pushed it up even farther. Was he trying to break my arm? I tried to scream but only a muffled whimper came out.
The man in the Grinch mask walked over and picked up my purse, walked back and said something to his buddy that I couldn’t hear.
He looked back at me and then they both laughed…it sounded pure evil. Now I was glad I couldn’t see their faces.
“Get her over behind those trees,” 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. It was 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 got louder but I wasn’t able to twist around to see who was talking.
“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 these past couple of years to recognize 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 fought to get away.