Another night, as I was heading back from off campus, I faintly sensed that someone was following me.
My stomach dropped, and I tightened my grip on the pepper spray in my backpack.
I tensed up, forcing myself to act like I hadn't noticed a thing.
When I passed a deserted stretch of road, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind, clamped over my mouth, and dragged me toward the small woods beside the road.
I fumbled frantically for the pepper spray and sprayed it wildly.
The man hit by the spray doubled over in pain, spitting out a stream of curses.
I thought I had bought myself a little time, but the next moment, another hand covered my mouth again.
My eyes flew wide with shock and terror, and I realized there were two men here.
'Gretta really does hate me that much.'
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