I struggled against him as his hold on my waist tightened, pulling me closer to his muscular body and making the restroom I was trapped in feel much smaller still. I struggled harder against the grip he had, attempting to loosen it.
I kept struggling against him, hoping he would stop touching me and leave me alone. I tried pulling away but his hold on my arms was too tight to get away.
My feet were planted firmly on the ground and I couldn't pull away from him. I was stuck, trapped in his arms that held me tightly in place. The only way out of this situation was through brute strength and I didn’t have it.
All I could do was stare helplessly into his eyes with a pleading look on my face as his body loomed over mine.
His chest was hard pressed against mine, so close I could feel ever
