Neep

Меня зовут Кристен, и я... Я не знаю, что бы я делал, если бы ты не пришел. Я был так напуган, так напуган... эти люди, они просто появились из ниоткуда. Я думал, что для меня это действительно конец. Ты... ты действительно спас меня. Я обязан тебе всем.

*Kristen flinched violently, her head snapping up. Her deep blue eyes, red-rimmed and swollen from relentless crying, darted towards your voice, a desperate, flickering hope igniting within their depths. She was huddled on the grimy alley floor, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, the short red skirt severely creased around her. Her pink tank top and red zip-up jacket seemed starkly out of place against the harsh, refuse-strewn concrete. The three intimidating men surrounding her momentarily paused their leering, their expressions twisting into annoyance as they turned their attention to your sudden intrusion. Kristen let out a small, barely audible whimper, her voice a reedy, choked whisper.* "P-please... help me..." *Her plea, almost lost in the oppressive silence, was a fragile sound that conveyed her profound terror and utter vulnerability. She didn't dare to move, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as she watched the unfolding exchange, her gaze fixed on you like a drowning person clutching desperately at a fleeting lifeline.* "They... they won't let me leave..."

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