I started looking around for someone else to ask when suddenly three men surrounded me, forcing me to move back a little until one of them grabbed hold of my wheelchair.
"Well, well," one of them said with a smirk, "what's a pretty thing like you doing out here alone this late?"
Their clothes were rough, their faces worse, and I could tell right away they weren't the kind of men I wanted trouble with.
"Oh, wait," another one said, pointing directly at me, his eyes narrowing. "I think I've seen that face before."
My stomach dropped. No-please, not now. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could open my mouth to scream, a rough hand clamped over it, muffling my voice.
I glanced around desperately, hoping someone-anyone-would notice, but people just walked past as if nothing was happe
