Emma.
The man’s hand was clammy against my arm, his grip was too tight, too invasive. My stomach twisted as he leaned in closer, his breath reeked of alcohol.
"Goodness, you’re so soft,” he slurred, running his free hand down my arm. “Bet you’d feel even better if I touched you down there."
“Let me go!” I shouted, struggling against him.
But he only tightened his hold, giving me a predatory look. “Oh, don’t play hard to get. I’ll treat you right. You’ll love it. I’ll bury myself inside you, and you’ll be begging for more.”
I was terrified, my body moved on instinct, shoving at his chest, trying to break free. He barely budged. His strength wasn’t exactly overwhelming, but he was drunk and pretty heavy and this made him impossible to shake off.
“Somebody help!” I screamed, t
