{x} Closed
@trvbel
There was nothing Evan hated more than working the bar on a Friday night. Her feet were cramping and sore as she shuffled out to her car, and her head was pounding from the loud music. All she wanted right now was to get home and take her painkillers before curling up on the couch to marathon her favorite show. Fishing through her purse, she dug out the keys to her beat up little Buick. Her mind was so focused on getting home, that she didn’t even notice the man currently stalking up behind her. With the key halfway through the lock, she was violently pulled back, and thrown against the wall of the alley. She barely had time to process what was happening- let alone woge- before the creep had her pinned. The only thing she could do at tis point was scream, and hope someone heard.
