His eyes go up and down my body. He walks toward me slowly, and I try to crawl backward, but my muscles feel useless. “I’m drunk,” I slur. “You are.” He smiles, and a chill runs down my spine. “Don’t hurt me,” I say in a moment of weakness. I can feel the way I’m unable to defend myself. Now right next to me, he squats and observes my entire body. He runs his knuckles against my jaw. “Now, that I can’t promise.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
