Crossing the red light and pulling up to the lot I park in front of the store. Grabbing my phone and my wallet I get out of my car. A warm yet humid air out tonight. I walk to the entrance of the store getting a weird feeling, like a pair of eyes are set up on me.
As I walk through the doorway a ding from a bell rings from above the door and a slightly chilly air hits my face, and the most generic music you could think of is playing from the ceiling intercom. It's an abnormally large convenience store.
As I walk through the aisles I can't help but notice not only are there no cameras, but no cashier to be seen either. As if I wasn't paranoid already, I furrow my brows in an annoyed expression and continue through the isles looking for the stuff that I need. Grabbing a few extra snacks and other cravings, I have no shame in indulging myself.
I feel a shiver down my spine and look around, seeing only the empty store. The feeling of being watched is more intense than before and I start to get antsy.
I walk up to the counter and place the things down, ringing the bell on the said counter, ... nothing. I lean over the counter as much as I can and still find no one. I do notice a little room to the right and a large number of boxes stacked up on the visible side of the room.
I call out in a low voice, "Hello?".
Still, no one answered, simultaneously I hear the doorbell ring and several footsteps before I could lean back on the counter, I suddenly felt a slightly intense sting on my ass and hasten my movements. Only to be met with a large masculine build against my back, and a horrid musky smell from him too.
I cry out, "What the he-".
But before I can finish the sentence I feel his hand clamp over my mouth, his waste thrust into my rear, and his other hand clamp onto my right breast. I immediately try to get free but he is easily overpowering me and increasing his grip.
I try to stop from panicking but my legs get shaky and my body tenses up, I can feel my heart race with fear and anxiety.
I try to feel for my phone but I see it's on the counter, not sure what else to do I try to pry off his hand on the boob. Being unsuccessful I try the one over my mouth, but as I try, I can hear him giggle and grope me more. Not realizing it tears are running down my cheeks and I try to elbow him with my left arm. He ignores it and continues, I look around hurriedly seeking anything that could help me beat this asshole.
But before I can find anything else, I see another figure out in the right corner of my eye. I hear a multi-click noise from his direction and he says, "Hey". And before my assailant can react, from what I can hear I presume that he strikes the man in the leg, resulting in his knee buckling and crying out in pain and releasing his grip from me. I take the opportunity to step away from him quickly and I face the 2 men.
The one who I can tell assaulted me is a middle-aged man falling to one knee, ugly stubble shave, raggedy greasy hair, patchwork trench coat with a wife beater shirt, and cargo pants with boots. Really just a textbook creep to be honest and I steer myself from rolling my eyes.
I look up to see the male that has helped me, standing a bit above my height, I'd guess 5,10 maybe, and about my age as well. Casual haircut and wears a facemask, A little skinny but his clothes make it hard to tell, wearing a plain hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.
But the thing that grab my attention the most was the black telescoping baton in his right hand.