Dawn hurried down the alley, long shapely legs flashing; her mane of blonde hair whipped behind, tapping against her back and wound around her neck in an almost seductive embrace. The scraping sound that shadowed her echoed off the high brick walls and seemed to grow louder as she sped towards the busy street ahead. Normally, the darkness didn't bother her. Tonight, she felt threatened, as if something, or someone, watched her. Waited for her. And no matter which way she fled, it knew and was there.

A shiver raced up her back, followed by gooseflesh puckering her nearly naked, white flesh. The skimpy, too-tight, sequined tube-top and mini-skirt, her trademark attire, did nothing to keep the chill at bay. The stilettos, strapped to her dirty feet, definitely wouldn't aid her in an escape attempt if someone made a grab for her.

"Dumb bitch," she muttered to herself and quickened her pace; her heartbeat raced. She yelped when something touched the inside of one thigh, but rushed onward, determined to make it to the street. Surely, safety awaited her there. She prayed and shivered as she felt cold tendrils slither around her left ankle. Leaping ahead, her ample bosom wobbled against her rib cage, jostling like plump round puppies. Her nipples tightened with fear and rubbed against the tube top. The bizarre feeling of excitement and fear made her pussy clench. Cold clambered up her calf and wrapped around her knee, quashing any thought of sexual excitement and threatened to freeze her with terror.

"Dawn," a soft, masculine voice whispered behind her.

All pretext of normalcy vanished. Dawn, terrified beyond speech, fled. Teetering precariously on the too-high heels, she raced forward. Stumbling, staggering, ankles twisting in her eagerness to escape, she sobbed hysterically and regretted her fetish for heels.

"Don't run baby," the voice coaxed, cajoled sweetly, as the chill crept up her thigh and another clammy something found her other knee.