Mysterious shadows giggle as you feel your arm painfully being pinned behind your back. Everything about your situation is screaming bad, wrong, and evil to your senses.
Thunder booms overhead and across the rooftops. The rain dampens your school uniform turning your school uniform from a tasteful tan color to a dark, murky brown and turning the white translucent.
Fingers trail, feather-light, over your body. The swirling sensation sends shivers up your spine, simultaneously disgustingly wrong and desirable, like a bad drug trip. You can feel your arm as it is hitched up higher, forcing you to gasp in pain and terror.
Fingers inch around you as the swirling stops. There is a feeling that starts at your waist, but begins to move its way further up. At the same time, you feel hands forcing you to the ground, using leverage and prods to force you to kneel in front of these creatures. The cold pavement of the alley is hard and rough on your knees.
You try to fight and keep your feet under you, but it’s futile. You only succeed in scraping your knees along the ground, tearing your stockings and leaving painful gouges in your skin from the dirt and gravel.