Isabelle paused as she let her fingers tighten around the strap of her backpack as it weighed down on her shoulder. It felt like her whole world was into the satchel in more ways than one, it held everything that mattered to her within it. It was sad to think one large backpack could summarize a person's life and possessions. She didn’t have much but that was alright, she had learnt quickly that the more she had the more people could take from her. She had spent the last few nights in a crummy motel room and used up the last of her money, she hadn’t ate the last two days deciding a roof over her head was more important. When the motel owner had flirted and hinted at an alternative means of payment she had left she wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t about to give herself to someone just for a night's sleep she would get by she always did.<br/><br/>There was a hostel on the other side of town where she would hopefully be able to crash for the night, her feet moved almost without thought as she made her way across the city darting in and out of the backstreets and alleys. She paused as she pulled her hooded jacket tighter around her form, underneath was a tight black tank top, paired with faded black jeans. Her boots were worn but made  but made of heavy material they kept her feet warm but weren’t the prettiest things. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid at the side of her face, chocolate brown ringlets escaping the confines and curling against her cheek. Her hair was still damp, she had made sure to use the motel’s shower before her time had ran out, that was the worst part about being on the streets.<br/><br/>She was broken from her thoughts at the sound of a bottle smashing and the sound of someone shouting. She tightened her arms around herself as she looked up as she noticed a male cursing as he kicked at the remnants of the bottle. Her eyes glanced over towards him as she moved further over at the side of the alley, it was dark already and empty. She didn’t like it and her pace picked up slightly as she attempted to get past the male, as she got closer his interest seemed to turn towards her. His voice gruff<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">“Hey sweetheart, you got a cigarette ?”  </span>she glanced up and shook her head as she attempted to keep moving past him. He frowned and stepped towards her as she took a step back<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">“ Don’t be like that sweetheart, you looking for some fun ?” </span>she shook her head again as she moved to getaway. But his hand darted out to grab at her arm.<br/><br/>She let out a whimper as she attempted to shrug him off as she shouted<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“ Hey, what the fuck. Get off me!” </span>his hand only tightening as he threw her deeper inside the side of the alley against a garage door, her body impacting against the side of it and letting out a loud thud. Her backpack falling from her shoulders as he crowed in on her, his body pressing against hers as her hands rose as she attempted to push him away from her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “ No, get off”</span>she let out a soft cry as she attempted to get the larger male off of her body. He seemed to grin and just take her struggles as a challenge as he pressed against her grabbing at her top ripping it and making her let out a scream before his hand pressed against her lips.