Twenty one

                    Kira's pov

"Just a taste of you. Won't that be good? Huh? Don't you understand body language?" He chided and grabbed my neck tight.

I think I made a mistake by coming here. I can't just get raped the second time.

"What....what are you trying to do, Zack?" I stuttered, moving my hands to every directions of the table. Looking for something I could use as a defense.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He fired and trailed his hand to my shoulder. I gulped and my hand eventually touched something hard.

I grabbed the object tight, not wanting to know what was that but I was bent on hitting him with it. At least to escape from him.

As soon as he tried touching my chest, I hit him with the object. My eyes dilated when I saw that, I had been holding a mug all this while.&nbs