"Let go of her!"
Ansel booms from behind us.
I feel a little relieved to hear his voice but still scared to death with the strange big arms around my neck.
"I said let her GO!" he repeats louder and sharper.
"Do NOT make a f*****g move or I will slit her throat!"
The strange attacker snarls.
His breathe reeks of cheap liquor and the jacket he is wearing has this sickening stench of sweat.
"I will blow your f*****g brains off if you dare make a single move!"
He presses the knife tighter on my throat. A cold chill slithers up my spine and my heart pounds in sheer fright.
The guy gasps in astonishment and excitement, "Ansel Rock!"
He suddenly lets me go and turns to Ansel. "Don't move b***h!"
He is still pointing the gun at the attacker. In turn, the attacker points the k
