Vogar hand palmed my right boob, squeezing it. He reached for my buttons, about to undo it. I tried to sway his hand off me. But I was very weak. I think the alcohol was kicking in.
“Please, stop….you’re hurting me,” I struggled to free my wrist but it was impossible. He held them even more tightly.
He drew his face closer, his lips locked with mine, roughly kissing me. His tongue, trying to dig into my mouth but I bite it hard.
“f**k!!” He pulled his mouth away from mine. His fist raised, about to hit me.’
I flinched in fear as my face turned to the side in panic. My eyes shut as my body froze, expecting the hard hit from him.
Seconds turned into minutes, and nothing struck me. Slowly, my eyes blinked open, and saw how his fist hung in the air. I watched as his expression twisted.
