“I’ll call the police”.
“The police?” Jamal laughed, pulling a folding knife from his pocket.
“Why do we need the police? We can just get to know each other better”.
The blade of the knife glinted in the dim light of the street lamp.
Shanaya felt fear paralyze her movements.
“I don’t have any money,” she said, hoping this was just a robbery and not something worse.
“Who needs your money?” Jamal moved closer, waving the knife in front of her face.
I want love and affection, beautiful.
I’ve been watching you for a long time.
So proud, so unapproachable.
Shania feverishly assessed the situation.
The park was almost empty.
Screaming was pointless.
No one would hear her.
Try to run away? But he was faster and stronger and he had a knife.
“Please,” she said, trying to stall for time.
“Let’s talk.
What do you want?” “What do I want?” Jamal ran his free hand down her cheek and Shania struggled to suppress a shudder of revulsion.
