Rebecca knew she had to escape. She took a deep breath and began to run, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of the bandits' footsteps echoed behind her as she sprinted down the open city street, still covering her breast with one arm. She weaved through pedestrians, feeling her stamina draining with every step. The laughter and squirming from earlier had taken a toll on her.
As she made a sharp turn, Rebecca realized too late that she had made a wrong turn. The alleyway she had entered led to a dead end, and she was unfamiliar with the layout of this city. She cursed under her breath, her eyes darting around for any possible escape route. There were a few wooden crates stacked against the wall, and brick walls on either side created a hallway of shadows. The sound of the bandits' footsteps grew louder, and Rebecca knew she had to act fast.
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