He was on a sidewalk in front of a bar in an old, rundown former warehouse district in east Little Rock when Rock saw several men apprehend Ashley, a woman he had known ten years earlier. One of the men picked her up and put her on the back of a flatbed truck. Another pulled out a large kitchen knife and stuck it into one of her thighs several times, directly through her blue jeans.
As Ashley screamed and struggled, Rock hurried in horror into the smokey bar, which was crowded with bedraggled, middle-aged men. "I need a knife. Someone please get me the largest, sharpest kitchen knife you can find," said Rock, who was already ashamed of his cowardice.
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