Chapter 37

• Vogar hand palmed my right boob, squeezing it. He reached for my buttons, about to undo it. I tried to sway his hand off me. But I was very weak. I think the alcohol was kicking in.
• “Please, stop….you’re hurting me,” I struggled to free my wrist but it was impossible. He held them even more tightly.
• He drew his face closer, his lips locked with mine, roughly kissing me. His tongue, trying to dig into my mouth but I bite it hard.