Immediately, I fought back, my fist colliding sharply with the jaw of my aggressor, who groaned in pain and tried to grab my arm. I tried to knee him in the groin, but he saw it coming and stepped out of the way. A punch landed in my stomach, making me double over, coughing loudly. My lungs burned.
"Fuck." I managed to say, before I was yanked upwards by my hair.
"Exactly what I was planning on doing." The voice rang a bell, but before my brain could try to figure it out, I planted a knee in the man's groin. This time, I was quick enough and he didn't have time to evade it. A shocked, pained sound came over his lips, before he cursed. In that second, I tried to run away, but I was kicked harshly against a trashcan, which buried itself into my flesh, surely leaving a nasty bruise. Somewhere, my mind found it appropriate to think of how displeased Mrs Johnson would be with that. I could only just move out of the way of a punch that was thrown my way and would surely have knocked me out.
I kicked wildly wherever I could hit him. A few pained sounds told me I had at least gotten some hits in. The figure fell to the ground when I placed a strong kick on his right knee.
"You fucking bitch." He heaved, "You are going to pay for that." I scrambled from the cold pavement before he could recover, but again I was too slow. His hand grabbed my ankle and dragged me back. That was the moment I got a good look of his face, as the street light illuminated his face from the perfect angle.
"Jonathan." I said completely shocked, which made him smirk. In those few precious seconds of complete confusion over why a police officer was assaulting me and threatening to rape me, he managed to get on top of me and pinned me down to the ground. Cursing myself for letting my guard down for even a second, I thrashed around, trying to turn us over or throw him off of me. Either of those would be great.
"I knew you were a goddamn slut when I saw you yesterday. Now, my suspicions were confirmed as I watched you show those pretty tits of yours to a dozen men." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't form any coherent thoughts anymore, merely focusing all my efforts on trying to hurt him. I screamed until my lungs burned for oxygen. Taking a deep breath, I continued again. I screamed my lungs out, but there was no one coming to help me. I even saw a curtain close at the other side of the street. Please, at least call the police, I prayed, but didn't dare hope for too much.
"I'm going to fuck you." He threatened again and I believed him for a hundred percent. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." He continued. His head came closer to me and I took that opportunity to bash my head into his. I groaned in pain, a brutal sting shooting from the front of my skull to the back. Needless to say, it did nothing to improve my headache. It accomplished what I wanted, though: Jonathan's grip on me weakened and in that moment I used all of my strength to turn us over. Immediately after, I elbowed him in his disgusting face. Again and again. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrists from behind. I thrashed immediately, trying to turn around to deliver another kick, but the man was much stronger than I was. He picked me up as if I weighted nothing and threw me over his shoulder. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings. I saw Jonathan get up and spit out a tooth. Served him right.
"You were right, Jon. Pretty little thing." Another man also joined, patting Jon on his back. I trashed some more, pushing my knee into the chest of the man who was carrying me with as much force as I could muster, which earned me a slap on my ass. I banged my fists on his back. I remembered there was one specific place in the side, right where the kidney was, where it hurt the most. And so I elbowed him right there, which made him falter in his step and drop me to the ground. "Fucking whore." He swore as I scrambled off the ground. I was doing pretty well in terms of fending them off, until one of Jon's friend drew a gun and pointed it towards me.
"One more move," He said, spitting out some more blood and wiping his nose, which was also bleeding heavily and clearly broken, "And you won't move again." The other man who had carried me deeper into the alley, drew a knife, also directing it towards me. Shit. Holy shit. What am I going to do. Jon also wiped the blood from his face and got closer, an evil glint in his eyes. I just really wanted to be anywhere but here. Any place any time would be better. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Get away from her." Oliver's voice had never sounded so beautiful. He pushed Jon into the wall, smashing his head against it. Relief washed over me for a few seconds, before I realized they had a goddamn knife and a gun. The one with the knife was indeed moving towards Oliver and I reached out, just as he plunged the knife deep into his back. Oliver looked down as Jon slumped against the floor. His eyes looked at the tip of the knife, which came out of his abdomen, completely stunned beyond words or sound. Time seemed to slow down as I screamed and threw myself onto the guy, who was drawing the knife back, out of Oliver's flesh. I punched him in the face and kicked him against the other wall, grateful once again for the kickbox training provided by Mrs Johnson.
"No, no no no." I cried, completely forgetting about the three men that were still very much intend on raping me and were even angrier than before. Oliver's blood was soaking through his t-shirt and he was starting to breath very heavily. I pulled my bag towards me, which had fallen in the struggle and tried to look for my phone. I didn't get far, as I should have expected, someone grabbed chunks of my hair again and pulled my head backwards, exposing my neck. I really wished for us not the be here. I had never wanted anything so badly as to not be here at this place in this time. I turned my eyes downwards as I saw Jon unbuckling his belt and laid eyes on Oliver instead, who was turning on his side, eyes wide and completely in shock, his hand trembling as he felt at the exit wound.
Panic overtook my body and I yelled and screamed and thrashed until a weird sensation overtook me and I found myself, Oliver and the man that was holding me in an open field, rather than the busy city. I stopped thrashing for a second, completely stunned. The man holding my hair tightly dropped the knife in surprise and utter confusion. Within a second, my more primal survival instincts kicked in and I grabbed it, turned around and drove the point of the weapon deep into his groin.
His animalistic scream echoed through my ears as the blood gushed out of the wound, covering my face and soaking my sweater. The man collapsed and I withdrew the knife and threw it unto the ground. Immediately I crawled over to Oliver and exerted pressure on the wound.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was losing a lot of blood. I needed an ambulance.

But where in the hell where we?