[ WP ] A group of muggers follow someone into an alleyway . Unfortunately it 's the worst person they could have chosen ...

I remembered her, of course. The three of us had followed her into the alley, smiling at the idiocy of some girl to be walking in this area, at this time, all alone, *and then to willingly walk down an alleyway. * 
 
 She turned up her nose at us when we told her to give us her money. 
 
 `` Why would I give you my money?'' She'd said, lip curling as she looked us over. We thought she was just rich and petty. Idiots. 
 
 I gave her a cut, right on her pretty cheekbone. Not a bad one, but it would scar. And she would remember us, remember fear, remember her place. Maybe then she would n't leave the safety of society, stick with her parents. God I regret that. 
 
 A splash of water woke me up. 
 
 `` No falling asleep now!'' A cheerful voice said. 
 
 `` You have n't learned your place yet.'' 
 
 That blonde stood over me, smiling down, her ice blue eyes chilling my soul, even as the brand burned my skin. 
 
 `` There. That should stop the bleeding.'' 
 
 The scent of burnt flesh and blood filled my nostrils as I tried to scream, but my voice was long gone. I watcher her finger the stitches on her cheekbone through my one remaining eye. 
 
 `` What do you think?'' She asked, holding a mirror up for me to see. My eye wide, I stared at the grim smile of my exposed jaw. She'd carefully peeled back flesh; I may has well have been Harvey Dent. 
 
 Why did I have to cut her? 
 
 The other two were in debt. More than they could ever pay. But that most likely meant that they'd be syndicate men now. But me, I really screwed the pooch. I was here for as long as she wanted to play with me, as long as she could keep me alive. 
 
 Another few cuts, and my vision went dark. The nightmare started again, some girl walking in this area, at this time, all alone, *and then to willingly walk down an alleyway... *
