Phoebe's pace quickened unconsciously, her heart racing, and even the capillaries in her body seemed to contract.
"Sid, I think she's onto us."
"You two go that way. You and I will take this side. Remember, cover her mouth. Don't let her make a sound."
"Got it!"
Fear overtook Phoebe, and she broke into a light jog. The path to the bus stop was slightly off course, adding to her anxiety.
Suddenly, two figures appeared ahead of her, and Phoebe panicked. She really was in trouble! Alert, she turned to run back, but an arm reached out toward her from behind.
"Mmm—" Phoebe struggled, trying to shake off the hand covering her mouth. She was too weak to fight off a man, so she bit down hard on his arm.
"Ah!" The man screamed, loosening his grip in pain.
Given a moment to breathe, her surv
