Sarah and the Thief

Sarah gasped as she was suddenly grabbed from behind.

She would've tried to wrangle herself out of the muscular arm wrapping itself around her waist if not for the sensation of cold, sharp metal up against her neck.

From beside her head came a gravelly voice that made her blood run cold.

"Don't move . . . we wouldn't want to make a mark on this lovely neck of yours now would we"

Realising that her bad luck had caught up with her yet again, Sarah shyly and desperately peeped, "You aren't going to hurt me are you?"

The masked man, still holding the helpless maiden, laughed maniacally in response.