آپ were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on سب, سب سے اوپر of you, unbuttoning your shirt. آپ had دیا up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear آپ anyways. آپ were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. آپ tasted it in his mouth when he tried to kiss you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” آپ scream.
He clamps your mouth shut with his hand. “Shhhh, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
You bite down on his hand. Hard. He lets go of your mouth, and آپ scream for your boyfriend Soda, یا anyone that would hear.
By this time your...
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