Whispers of the Wind: Emma's Forbidden Tale

My name is Emma. I have long dark hair that falls past my shoulders. My skin is light with a warm tone. I am slim and fit, about five feet four inches tall. My breasts are medium-sized, firm, and they sit high on my chest. My waist is narrow, and my hips curve out just enough to give me a nice shape. My legs are toned from walking and playing sports. My face has sharp cheekbones, full lips, and big brown eyes that people say are pretty. I dress simply, often in jeans and a t-shirt, but today I wore a short skirt and a blouse because it was warm.

It was a Friday night. I had been out with friends at a bar in the city. We laughed and drank beer. The time got late, around midnight. My friends wanted to stay longer, but I had work early the next day. So I said goodbye and left. I walked to the metro station. It was underground, with stairs leading down. The air felt cool and damp. I bought a ticket from the machine.

The platform was almost empty. Just a few people waited for the train. An old man sat on a bench, reading a newspaper. A woman with headphones stood far away. I checked my phone for the train time. Five minutes until it came.

Then I saw them. Two men walked onto the platform. They looked like new immigrants, one was tall and muscular, with short black hair and a beard. He wore a dirty jacket and jeans. The other was shorter, stocky, with a shaved head and tattoos on his arms. He had on a hoodie and baggy pants.

They spoke in a language I did not understand, laughing low. They glanced at me. I felt uneasy. They moved closer to the old man, hoping for safety.

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