Á strong hand reeking of cigarettes clamps over Leila’s face in the dark of the small shed. Someone pushes her to the cold floor and lays their weight on top of her small, thin frame. She struggles, but her attacker’s size renders her immobile. His body odor is intense. Obviously, he hasn’t had a shower in awhile.
“Don’t scream.” A male voice warns quietly.
Lee feels her heart racing; she struggles to breathe against the hand. Think, Lee. Fighting him off is futile. What would a police detective do? Stay calm. Don’t antagonize him.
Think, Lee. Fighting him off is futile. What would a police detective do? Stay calm. Don’t antagonize him.She lets her body go limp. Nodding her head up and down to signal yes, she feels the fingers lessening their grip until slowly they let go, testing her.
