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It was a crisp autumn evening as I strolled home from cheerleading practice, my ponytail bouncing with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. I felt carefree, lost in thought about the upcoming game and our spirited routines. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could react, two burly men emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. One of them, a hulking brute with a cruel grin, reached out and grabbed my arm.“Hey there, little cheerleader,” he sneered, his breath reeking of booze. “Why don’t you come with us for some fun?”I tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vice. The other man, equally imposing, stepped forward, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory gaze. “Yeah, we’ll give you a real show,” he leered.
