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"What do you think you're doing? "He demanded, his voice sounding with an arrogance that vibrated his entire rib cage cracked by the muscles. His leather vest was open, exposing his black hair on his muscular chest, in addition to two nipple piercings. When I didn't answer, he squeezed me harder, taking me closer. I panicked. "Did someone bite your tongue, little one?”

I didn't answer, I couldn't. The fear I felt "remitting the women in the movies I watched" caused my voice to get lost somewhere in my body. All I could do was jump and debate, swearing that I would make that man's fingers slip away, but that only made him squeeze me even more.

The woman I had bumped into was still standing in the same place. Taking a look down, I realized that I was running away from the reach of my feet, preventing me from stepping on them in my escape attempt. I thought about raising my head and questioning why I was still standing while the man who apparently owned it, tried to crack my wrists. But t