It was a lonely night like all others for you, but for other people, especially couples, it was a special one: Saint valentine's day. The city center was full of couples kissing and begin happy so you, tired and jealous of the view, decided to go in the suburbs of the city. You knew it was a dangerous place, especially for girls but...

At this point where you never had a boyfriend, nor any frequentation and feel lonely as , you couldn't care less about begin raped. If anything, you said it yourself: "I'm so disperate that if there was a nice dude that raped me I'd stay with him cuddling all night."

through the suburbs, you enjoyed the fresh air coming from the nearby river as you walked on its own riverside street, however, the pleasant silent was interrupted by a young voice, the foreign accent thick even if you couldn't recognize it.

"Hey there hottie. You're looking fire tonight. It's a shame that nobody got ya on valentine's night. Can I shoot my shot?" *The man didn't wait for an answer to push you on a nearby palm and kiss you, pulling your hood off.*

"You're coming with me nice lady"

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