Hearing the screams of all the girls, I did the only thing I could have done.
Pray.
Getting down on my knees, with tears running down my clothes eyes, shivering faster, with my nose running, one of the thugs grabbing a hold of my arm, pulling him close onto my body.
Lenore and rest of my sisters tried to fight of them off, by using their lighters, throwing trash to distract them.
But their brute strength was too much.
Honestly, I was about to give up; feeling his rough, hard body pressing against on me while still squeezing his hand on my arm.
Kicking my legs, back and forth, screaming at the top of my lungs for help. I know I am use to strange men planting their bodies on me, but not like, this is not how I wanted to die. I looked up to the sky, Heaven. Thinking my time to be with God has come.
Then, there it was.
Correction, there he was!
A dark black silhouette; gliding through the night sky. With snow hitting him lightly on his body, the full moon hovering behind him, coming down with his wings spread out just like an angel coming from heaven.
Batman, the Dark Knight: protector of Gotham City.
Glide kicking down the thug whom was holding against my will unconscious, he told all us to hide; he will talk to all us afterword.
Talk? Not good. We knew that was another word for, you're taking us to police once you're done taking down those thugs. So instead taking orders, the girls all ran for their lives, while I actually listen.
Why? Not sure. Maybe I knew deep down inside it was the right thing to do at the moment.
So I waited for him to finish behind a trashcan.
While there, watching Batman fight, it was like a scene from one those Noir movies one of my customers would of watched when having sex at a Gotham's motel room he rented. This time, it was the real thing. Won't lie, I did feel gitty.
Was this my answered prayer?