After exchanging looks, the two yobs advanced on me and caught my arm. I asked them to let me go. Then they grabbed both my arms with both hands. I began to scream. One of them silenced me by gripping my mouth. I heard them repeat: ‘Shut your mouth, b***h! Shut it!’
At the same time, I felt myself being thrown violently against the wall of the building that dominated the dark and empty street. Intimidation had just turned to aggression. Right in the middle of Paris, I could already picture these two good-for-nothings r****g me, without any hope of my getting away.
Was a guardian angel watching over me without my knowing it? A man who was coming out of the building swiftly rescued me from this nightmare. He was very muscly and imposing. Next to him, the two lowlifes were like thin sticks
