The Collision
This was one sick man.
My buttons came undone and I was bared to him as grubby fingers sought out my bra-clad breasts. He squeezed, hard. “You are exquisite.” He groaned softly. I began to thrash around helplessly, a fresh wave of desperation washing over me, fueling my zeal for survival. Filling my lungs with air, I let out a blood-curdling scream. “HELP MEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HELPPPP!!!”
Creepy guy chuckled darkly. “Yes, that’s it. Cry out for help. Cry out as much as you want, there’s no one coming to save you.”