The guy reeked of alcohol—clearly plastered. The place was dead quiet, with just the occasional waiter passing by.
What if...
Just as Anna's anxiety hit the ceiling, the creep seemed to get more excited. Eyes bloodshot, he cracked a twisted grin and slammed her hard against the wall.
Burping and slurring, he leaned in, his greasy lips moving way too close to her cheek.
"Don't wanna drink? Fine. Playing hard to get now, huh? Is this how you ‘work' these days? Go on, scream! I'm all yours tonight!"
"Let me go..."
Panic had completely frozen Anna. She was just a regular girl—she'd never been in a situation like this.
The guy's pudgy hands were already yanking at the hem of her shirt, clearly about to go even further. And judging by the look in his eyes, there was no dou
