I came to the corner; I hated this street and the smell in the air, mixed with the torrential rain, overpowering even the most insensitive nose. Thunder crashed and lightning sparked as I ventured closer. Darling Street was anything but darling. Alone I paced along the thin walkway. I dreaded the old tramp's lonely touch as I splashed through puddle after puddle on the uneven footpath. The storm raging over head and the flickering lights of the single street lamp made it difficult to see or hear, or feel the monster racing towards me. Seconds before the eyes of the dragon bore down on my body I ran, slipping into a dark doorway, and my escape from the speeding car through the storm made successfully. I caught my breath hard, hair attaching to cobwebs, and that's when I saw him. Tall, dark and handsome as an angel, he moved closer and seized my arm. This was no angel.
"Hello Princess, I promise this wont hurt a bit if you play along with my little game" he whispered in my ear. I was trapped between wall; man; door and unable to see through the downpour. Suddenly the figures of more men surrounded me, each one more hauntingly beautiful as the next. With the first mans iron-like grip still latched onto my arm I was pulled along the street, no lights, just the feel of rain, the sight of flashing lightning and the sound of thunder and incessant roar of the men, my breathing still difficult as I was pushed and shoved around. The god-like force of the beautiful creatures tripped me and I felt the blood start to rush from cuts on my face. I saw one person walk by with dreaded fear encased in their features, there was nothing they could do to help. One, from the assaulting group hauled me up and started to beat me, again and again. His fury was so much as to shake the harsh stone boundaries of the walls surrounding me. Many times that night did various body parts come into contact with the hard jutting surfaces of the houses. The torture continued well into the night, through until the early hours of the morning, and when they were done, I was thrown into the open sewer and it was bolted down. Darling Street had no saviour. In Darling Street., no-one gets out alive.