te were lying on the ground of the cold, dark, wet ally, soc on superiore, in alto of you, unbuttoning your shirt. te had dato up the screaming and crying; no was going to hear te anyways. te were helpless.
The booze on his breath was strong. te tasted it in his mouth when he tried to baciare you.
“You’re a verrrrrry purtyyyy girl,” he slurs into your ear.
“Get off me,” te 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 te scream for your boyfriend Soda, o anyone that would hear.