Who Struck the Blow

My eyes widened in terror as I watched the figures approaching, the leader holding a flashlight. Before they even got close, the flashlight beam shot directly at me, the intense light forcing me to shut my eyes tightly. I couldn't see the faces of the newcomers at all.

But the voices were completely unfamiliar to me.

"She's pretty, what a pity!" one of them whispered softly.

"Shut up! Stop your damn blabbering," a harsh voice silenced everyone, "Move it, take her away!"

Startled, I opened my eyes wide again. Against the backlight, I saw a figure running towards me like a phantom. I tried to scream, but only managed muffled noises.

One of the men grabbed me roughly, lifting me up as I struggled fiercely. He kicked me, "Stay still! What's the use of struggling? Save your energy! It's all in vain!"