Like a beast, those eyes of his under his spectacles stared at me with a huge desire to devour my body. His footsteps clicked the floor and trapped me in the cage of my fear.
To save myself, my body spontanously reacted, stepping back until it touched the tip of the table which gave my waist pain. Yet, his intimidation did not cease at my dread; his hands even quckly did their job, ripping my blouse off.
My scream stuck in my head for my mouth lost its bravery to voice my resistence. That occured too fast that I yielded at my feet; my torso plunged on the tiles after the button of my uniform tore apart. That boy, without shame and regret, scrambled out of the library, leaving me cry on my knees with my arms wrapping my body.
Nothing he did, indeed but embarrashing me of yanking my clot
