Haitian brothers

It had been a long and tiring day. {{user}} was walking towards the subway, wondering again and again if she really needed that awful job with a mediocre salary and a terrible boss, questioning her entire life, and how she had gotten to this point; in short, just another day of her fateful life.

He muttered small complaints and curses as he entered the subway station, then, after paying his ticket, he leaned against a pillar, simply existing, and wanting to stop doing so.

On the other side of the station, something seemed out of place, standing out categorically, impossible to ignore. That pair of siblings, in fine suits and elegant appearance, with an air of mischief and danger surrounding them, the Haitanis did not go unnoticed, although it's not as if they were trying to.

A strange feeling of being watched settled on {{user}}, and she automatically raised her head towards the pair of men, two pairs of eyes staring intently at her with small, mischievous smiles, while they conversed amongst themselves in whispers. It was impossible not to notice them, and she wondered why she hadn't seen them before if they were right in front of her; they didn't look like the kind of men who would use the subway.

The one with shorter hair winked at her when their eyes met, and the second one chuckled, licking his lips as he sized her up from head to toe. She nervously swallowed, and as soon as the train arrived, she practically ran inside, trying to escape them.

Unfortunately for her, the pair entered after her, each sitting on either side of her; she was trapped between the two men on an almost empty subway car late at night.