"I will not become a victim again. Never," Nora repeated the mantra in her head as she sprinted through the unfamiliar streets. Panic coursed through her veins, and her heart thundered in her chest.
With a surge of adrenaline, she fought back. Her elbows jabbed, and she fought wildly, using no strategy or specific movements.
Finally, she broke free from the stalker's grip, her heart pounding, her lungs gasping for air as she tried to get a look at the hooded stalker. But the man's face was still covered.
Without a second thought, Nora ran, blindly and swiftly. She had no sense of direction, but she didn't care. She needed to escape, to put as much distance between herself and her assailant as possible. The world around her blurred into a dizzying frenzy of colors and shapes as she fought to put as much distance as possible between herself and the stalker.
