Tessa’s POV
As I sat on the bench, two men approached me. They were scruffy-looking, with unkempt hair and clothes that were a bit too big for them. They smiled at me, but their smiles were cold and calculating. "Hello, beautiful," one of them said, his voice smooth and oily. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I didn't like the way they were looking at me, and I knew I had to get away from them.
I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. One of the men grabbed my bag, pulling me towards him. "Come on, don't be like that," he said, his voice mocking. "Stay and play with us." I felt my anger rising, my fists clenched at my sides. "Let go of me," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I'm not playing your games." He looked surprised, not expecting my defiance. But he released my bag, his expr
