"John, what are you doing?" Eric asks on the other end of the phone.
"I'm just testing out my new phone?" Do you like it? you say as you walk down the street.
"You're coming in clear." Eric says.
"Awesome." you respond.
"Look John, I want to talk, but I have work to do. Call me later." Eric says.
"Sure, later." you say as you hang up and put the phone back in your pocket.
As you walk down the dusky street, you notice that today seems a lot duller than usual. The streets are quiet as the clouds brood in the distance. A faint rumble can be heard from them. A calm before the storm, perhaps. Fearing rain, people must have ended their routines prematurely to go home and stay dry. "Wimps." you think.
As you pass an alleyway caught between two bricked buildings, something catches the corner of your eye. There is a large man hunched over a woman and it looks like there struggling.
"Take it, just take it!" The woman pleads, panic and strain are heard in her voice.
Not even thinking you burst into action. "What's going on here?" yell.
"Call the cops!" the woman shouts.
"Don't you dare! Shut up bitch!" the thug says to you before turning back at the lady and finishing his thoughts.
"I called them thirty seconds ago!" you lie, holding up your phone. It's a newer model, and maybe the man in front of you won't know what's going on.
"Shit, you can keep it." says the man as he turns and races away.
You dash over to the girl. "Are you alright?!" you ask.
"Please, I'm fine, thank you, go."
"Are you okay, did he hurt you?"
"I'm fine, please, stop." she says.
You look at her, she struggling right now, something internally is going on. You're too chivalrous to leave her alone.
"Did you know him? What was he trying to do you you?"
"He wanted to rob me." she says.
You look over her, she has some earrings, a tiny necklace, and a bracelet. The bracelet seems to be the only thing of any value. She's not even carrying a purse. You examine her quickly in your head and realize she has almost nothing worth taking. She's wearing some provocative clothes, which really bring out her curves, and abnormally high platform shoes, which you assume cost some money, but knowing nothing about women's fashion, you assume the mugger didn't either.
"He wanted this." she says holding up the bracelet, so tight it seems like it's hugging her wrist.
"It's beautiful." you think as it shines off of some unseen light. "Why didn't you just give it to him?" you ask.
"I wanted to, you have no idea how badly I wanted too." she says tugging at it.
"Is it stuck? Do you need me to help pry it off?"
"No, don't!" she says as you start to pull on it.
It's tight, it almost looks like she grew into this bracelet. After a moment of tugging, you and her make eye contact. There is a look of lust in her eyes.
"You're really trying, aren't you?" she asks.
"Well, I'd pull harder but I don't want to hurt you." you boast.
"Let me thank you." she says with bedroom eyes.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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