As I frantically shook my body in an effort to get out of my attacker's grip, I recalled Uncle Michael’s training. It was as if he had prepared me for this very moment. While I wasn’t very tall or big, I was strong. I’d never used my strength against any of my abusers or attacks for fear of far worse consequences, I was no longer at Blood Moon and I was potentially fighting for my life. I felt something snap into place within me.
I bit down hard on his hands, drawing blood, I felt it squirt onto my lips instantly. I felt his grip loosen. I thrust my head back quickly and aggressively, the back of my head connecting with the bridge of his nose. I could feel the warm metallic liquid gush from the site, and a loud c***k immediately followed. While he momentarily loosened his grip, I seized
