Her smile seemed to glow as she took pictures of what seemed like thousands of different sights. She approached a man for further directions, but they were foreign to each other , so communication was not going well and she could not get proper instructions. She walked down the side-walk as the sun set slowly in the direction the foreign man pointed. She had been touring all day and her feet hurt and she was exhausted. She began to notice a dark alley, but did her best to ignore it. She began to realize her surroundings were not at all familiar and began to hyperventilate because she convinced herself that she was lost, which attracted an aggressive passerby. He approached quickly, but she did not notice him over her heavy breathing. He wrapped his arm around her neck and carried her into the nearby ally-way. Two men appear out from the dark and inject her with an unknown substance forcing her to sleep.
She woke up to multiple mysterious men standing over top of her, watching her intently. She tried to scream, but a rope was knotted in her mouth; she rubbed her wrist and ankles with thick rope when she tried to wiggle out. The men exchanged some words in a foreign language. They left the woman alone in her misery, so she looked at her surroundings. She was tied to a table littered with weird symbols and what could be considered words. More men surrounded her, but they were all in dark robes and one carried a sharp tool, maybe a dagger.
Her wide eyes were tearing up as she attempted to cry for help, but to no avail the men began chanting in what could be considered poor Latin. They weapon holder lifted his dagger and plunged it into her chest. She choked on sobs at the intense pain, but she was quickly losing her breath. The dagger was swiftly ripped out of her chest and was licked by every man in the room.
Don´t travel alone, you never know what could happen to you.
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