Chapter 12 Close Call

• The man threw me in front of him without releasing my arm. I tried to pry his hand off me, but his grip was like iron. I stomped on his foot, but he twisted my arm until I gasped in pain.
• He tore my neckline, exposing my breasts. He stuffed his hand into the cup of my bra, groping and pinching me roughly. I dug my fingernails into his arm, but he did not seem to notice.
• The man tore off my bra and threw it farther down the alley. My breasts fully exposed to him, he kneaded and rubbed me like I was nothing more than an object for his pleasure. He lifted one of my breasts to his mouth and bit the nipple, stopping short of making it bleed.