Star shaped sunglasses

Just yards away from her car, there’s a rush of movement beside her and someone seems to materialise out of the darkness. Before Kaede can say anything, greet them perhaps, a strong, cold hand wraps around her throat and slams her backwards into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. The sunglasses are knocked off her face and clatter against the concrete. Kaede gasps, hands scrabbling at the wrist by her neck, and wonders through an oxygen-deprived haze who it could be; a mugger? Something worse? Kaede has had encounters with nasty fans before, but never any that turned violent—could this be her first?The hand shifts upwards, blunt fingernails digging into her pulse point, but loosens just enough for her to catch her breath. Kaede doesn’t get a chance to feel grateful for it before something sharp and chilly presses into her skin. The silver blade gleams in the moonlight. Kaede gasps, and would swallow if not for the knife against her neck.---Kaede gets held up. Fortunately, her girlfriend is nearby to help.---Femslash February day five: Life Goals/Wife Goals/Knife Goals