#Chapter 12 Close Call

The man threw me in front of him without releasing my arm. I tried to pry his hand off me, but his grip was like iron. I stomped on his foot, but he twisted my arm until I gasped in pain. He tore my neckline, exposing my breasts. He stuffed his hand into the cup of my bra, groping and pinching me roughly. I dug my fingernails into his arm, but he did not seem to notice. The man tore off my bra and threw it farther down the alley. My breasts fully exposed to him, he kneaded and rubbed me like I was nothing more than an object for his pleasure. He lifted one of my breasts to his mouth and bit the nipple, stopping short of making it bleed. I cried out. My heart raced to the point that I could almost feel it pounding out of my chest. Tears poured from my eyes as I fought to rip the man’s hands off me. The man pulled me closer. I could feel his erect crotch pressing into me. I tried to knee him, but I missed. The man caught my leg and wrapped it around his waist, allowing him to