“I told you, a little love.
Let’s go over there”.
He nodded toward a dark area of the park behind the trees.
Shania knew that if he took her there, she would have no chance of getting out alive and unharmed.
She decided to resist.
Better to be wounded here, where she could be found, than to disappear without a trace.
“No,” she said firmly, trying to break free.
“You don’t understand”.
Jamal pressed the knife against her throat.
“This isn’t a request”.
At that moment, a dark figure flew out of the darkness at incredible speed and crashed into Jamal, knocking him to his feet.
Shania jumped back, clutching her throat where the knife had left a slight scratch.
In the dim light of the street lamps, a fierce struggle ensued.
The attacker was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled tight, his face hidden in shadow.
