She looked back, and he was still there; the tall man with the blue scarf. Her pace quickened as her anxiety grew and her heart rate quickened. This man could not know; no one could know. One glance back, and she knew she was wrong.
The man kept moving closer and closer as though he wanted her to be aware of his presence. The man was right behind her now, and she looked down in a way to avoid seeking his attention. He bumped her shoulder and walked right past her without giving a single glance back. Letting out a sigh of relief, she slowed her pace, and took some deep soothing breaths in a way to calm herself.
No one knew. Not the scarfed man who was nowhere in sight, and not anyone else. The deed was done, and she was safe as long as nobody found out. A small smile twitched at the corners of her mouth.
As she walked past a dark alley, somebody grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her off of the main road, and into the shadows. A persons other hand covered her mouth and nose with a rag that smelled of chemicals. She tried not to breathe it in, but there was no avoiding it. In her panic, she was hyperventilating, and she barely let out a muffled scream before she began to feel light headed, and the black spots slowly began taking over her vision. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the world outside became silent.