I heard the steps behind, they were away back, but the night was silent, and footsteps echoed between the tall brick walls.  I was taking a short cut home through an industrial park. The units were deserted at eleven o’clock, but the way was well lit, I thought I had nothing to be afraid of. Was I wrong?

                  At five feet eight in stockings, I was quite lithe, not overly slim, I had worked long and hard on my fitness, my work demanded it. Tonight, I was wearing heels, not the real high sort, I couldn’t walk far in those. What was really impeding me was my dress, just above my knees, it was tight and impeded my movement. I hitched it up and quickened my pace, hoping the person behind would fall away. I didn’t dare look around yet, if it was a man I didn’t want him to be alerted to my concern.

                  I had been in a local bar about a quarter of a mile from the estate, I was drinking alone, no body had approached me, I’m not sure why, I look attractive, a reasonable looking figure, tight red dress, and long dark hair. My hair was a wig, underneath I was fair, and hair cut short, with fades, but men don’t like that in a woman. They prefer woman to look feminine, don’t they? Now though it seemed like someone could have been watching me.

                  As I walked, I listened. Whoever was behind had quickened their pace, it alarmed me. It was about two hundred yards to the main road where I would be safer, this person surely wouldn’t attack me once I got there. My senses were fully alert now, I hadn’t touched alcohol tonight, it was important to me that whilst I was working, I had control over my senses. I also kept a firm hand on my drinks, even taking them to the ladies, no one was spiking my drinks. It had always kept me safe.

                  A head of me was a decision to make, left would take me a long a longer route to the main road, if I turned right, it was not well lit but half the distance. I took a deep breath and turned right, hopefully my follower was well behind me. As I turned, I glanced across, it was a man, tall around six feet, my pulse quickened. Perhaps I should have turned the other way, but he was only fifty or so feet behind me, if I ran, he would see my vulnerability and chase, of that, I was sure. If I maintained my pace, all be it hurried perhaps he would hesitate to take me on.

                  I reached the end of the warehouse, there was an alleyway that would lead me down to the High Street, that was where he grabbed me. My hair was the perfect decoy, he grabbed a handful and was left holding my wig. He snarled, and sped after me, he caught me halfway down the alley. Snaking his arm around my neck, he dragged me backwards.  I sagged letting him take my weight, as if I was giving in, waiting to see how I might yet surprise him.

                  He lifted me up, spun me around and pinned me against the wall.

                  “Scream bitch and you are dead” He spat spat me. I had no intention of screaming, no one would manage to get here quick enough.

                  He was about the height I thought, cold ice blue eyes that bore into your soul, unshaven, or at least with designer stubble, hard to say which. He wore a beanie hat pulled over his hair, I would recognise him again, that in itself was scary. I guess he was in his early thirties, I wondered how many times he had done this before.  His face was close to mine, his sour beer breath over my face.

                  “To night whore, I’m having a freebie, you’ll enjoy this, and if you tell anyone, I’ll come back and kill you”.

                  My heart pounded, I thought my brain would explode, this man thought I was a prostitute and was going to rape me. My breaths were short and quick, I started to hyperventilate. Deliberately, I slowed my breathing, calming my body, I needed to be calm, and I needed to be ready.

                  His tongue licked my face, I felt repulsion, his hands around my neck started their downward journey. Pausing at my ample tits. My breasts were not all mine, but I wondered if he could tell, judging by his breathing I didn’t think he could.

                  Undoing his belt and loosening his jeans he held his erection against me, it wasn’t that large, why was I thinking that? Starting to pull my dress up, I struggled a little, not too much, just enough, he slapped me, it took his eyes off my hands.

                  Grabbing me between the legs, he suddenly stopped. Pulling back.

                  “What the fuck!” He looked me in the eyes, my erection was bigger than his, did he feel inferior?

                  I pressed the spikes of the taser through my coast pocket and triggered it on his naked thigh. His drop to the floor was epic, sitting on his naked ass staring up at me, eyes wide and mouth open. By now his penis had shrivelled away. He wouldn’t be waving that around again.

                  In my bag was a fillet knife, I took it out and carefully and slowly pushed it into the side of his neck, watching the horror in his eyes, I sliced through the carotid artery. I carefully stood back away away from the blood spray. Pulling my red dress down, it was red for a reason, I pushed my wig into the bag and walked to the end of the alleyway where my car was parked. There were no cameras in this area, I had walked it several times to check. As always, the plan had worked well.

The police had reports of a few working girls attacked in this area, they weren’t bothered, seemingly prostitutes were fair game. I had seen this many times before, if they did nothing, I would, this was my work. Three years ago, my sixteen-year-old daughter had been raped and killed coming home from a party, for what was left of my life, I would rid the world of men like those who had attacked her.