"Oh, jesus fuck," Sookie breathes to herself when yet another man steps into the alley, not letting herself feel relief upon seeing that bright smile plastered on his face, a little too reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. It doesn't help that he's speaking some other language to begin with, and much as Sookie doesn't want to generalize, she can't even place it beyond Chinese or Japanese or something-or-other Asian, though his blond hair makes her reconsider.

"The hell are you?" her captor grunts, squinting through the light.

Squirming uncomfortably, Sookie only allows herself a moment of surprise when the man suddenly flips over to her language of choice, but rather than rely on his help, she takes the moment's distraction and slips one leg free, ramming it heavily between the man's thighs. With a cry, he releases his hold on her, and Sookie crumples to the ground for a moment before quickly trying to run in the direction of the street.

But before she manages to get out of range, her head suddenly snaps back, seeing grimy fingers wrap around her ponytail. "You bitch," he growls, reaching for her shoulder with his opposite hand.

"Little help here?" Sookie asks, squeezing her eyes shut against the tear-inducing pain.