Lily was a little girl, afraid of the big wide world.
Grown-up normally, she had never needed to experience what she was going through before, neither did she think it would happen in the first place.
She felt someone grab her shoulder. Someone was standing over her, she could feel it. She felt the person grab her sleeve. Instinctively, Lily opened her eyes and swung her arms in the direction of the person.
She hit a man. He had a scruffy beard and dirty clothes. From where Lily was, she could see a few rotting teeth in his mouth. He had the smell of alcohol on him, and a pack of cigars hanging from his waist. In the background, Lily caught a glimpse of another man and a woman.
Lily struggled as the man started to pull at her clothes, ripping them apart.
