Akira
"Fuck." Man behind me pants in raspy voice. His hand going to my back, clutching me tightly.
A pained whimper escapes me.
"Stop! leave me." My voice is muffle against his palms. To get myself free from his hold, I twist my arms forcefully.
Ahh!
That hurts.
"Now, why would I do that? When I finally have you." I can't see him in dark but I can feel he is taller than me, he is smelling like smoke and alcohol, it is somewhat familiar. The smell repels me, I turn away from him, swallowing a lump.
"Waited so f*****g long."
Waited?
Does he know me?
Oh my God!
Don't panic Ira. Think of something.
I exhale in compliance.
Try to use what Logan taught you!
I try to recall his every lessons in self defense.
Calculating my moves, I decide to take the risk. I take a step back,
