She made it a few feet down the path, when suddenly, as if from the darkness itself, three human men had emerged, a few lecherous hoots and whistles to follow. "Hehe...what do we got here, homies? Yo lady, you goin' somewhere?" Such a menacing air they put off, and by the attire, shabby and sloppy at the most, the woman could tell they were up to no good. Their colors coordinated with eachother as well. Were they some sort of street gang? "Yes, actually I am, so if you would please-" She whispered faintly, the men surrounding her, one of them cutting her off, "Dayum! She a fine lookin' ho, fellas." How ill of them to speak of her as such, yet she stayed calm, "Please, I don't want any trouble, just let me go." Then...one of them pulled a knife, the worst outcome she could imagine. "We'll let ya go, bitch," the bastard grinned viciously at Rebecca. "But first you gonna pay the toll. Gimme your money or gimme your life!" 

"Do you know who I am?" Rebecca sternly returned to him. As if being a novelist had any sort of merit to it, but Rebecca was looking for anything to get out of this....anything but [i]that[/i] "Bitch, we don't give a fuck who you are!" They growled. "Now empty your pockets or we're gonna fuck you up!"