ESCAPE

The eyes that stare back at me belongs to a man that stands tall.. Everything about him is bigger. His arms were bulk, his chest swollen as if there was too much air in his body. He is a heavy man, manly in every way that I’ve seen. His jawline is strong, his eyes permanently glowering at everyone. He was so serious and so scary. We had run into each once before, and I had the pleasure of being trapped in his beast-like hands. He gripped me so tight I was left with bruises for weeks. At that time, I was sure I was a goner, but lucky for me. He is a man. And he had one weak spot that every other man had. His balls. I kicked them once, as hard as I could kick, and used that as my chance to escape.

If he was smart, which he probably was, he planned to protect his manhood this time around.

Our eyes locked.

“Which way am I supposed to go?” I asked, trying to cover up my panic with the fake fear that there may have been an early morning fire somewhere in the building. He grunted as if th