A Reason to Hide
Cheryl crept along a narrow stretch of alley where four men were waiting, beside an old abandoned car, talking loudly amongst themselves. She stopped short of their group and turned to run. One of them moved quicker than she could, her little legs kicked air as he lifted her over his shoulder. The yellow and red dress she'd worn from school let the brisk autumn wind gust between her most intimate crevices. His heavily calloused hand drew the waist of her knickers down, exposing her hairless...