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Farah hadn't realized how dark it was getting until the sun was gone. Suddenly, her heart began to race. She was in the dark in an unknown environment. She walked again by the same corner she had before, and for some reason, the men were still there.
"Hey, gorgeous!" one of them yelled at her. "How much for that ass?"
Farah looked away and sped up, but suddenly, strong fingers caught her wrist. She whipped around and immediately smelled the cigarette smoke and alcohol on his breath.
"You listen to me when I'm talking to you, babe. Got it?" he snarled close to her face.
Farah reeled back and pulled to get her arm free. "Let me go!" she demanded.
"Oooh, feisty!"
Farah's fear got the better of her, and within seconds, her eyes glowed. She shoved him backward with a powerful blast of magic before sprinting away.
The other men called out and wolf-whistled as her skirt flew, but Farah didn't care. She pulled out her phone and shakily dialed Aiki's phone number. "Please," she whispered, trembling. "Please pick up."