He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 8: Control

TW: SEXUAL ASSULT.

Sometimes Ally thought that the best thing of going out was to get ready and pre-game with her friends. This evening she was changing her outfit for the third time while casually downing her second glass of Mojito. She spun around in the short black glitter dress, her brown hair getting caught by the air.

"What do you think?"

Jamie and Clara were sitting in the sofa. He was dressed in a navy-blue shirt and black jeans. She was wearing a red dress with slits.

"I like it", Jamie said and refilled his glass.

Clara gestured to Ally to spin around again.

"Yeah", she said approvingly. "You look hot ass sexy."

Ally turned to the full-length mirror and touched the raspy material of the dress. She liked it too, which was the only thing that mattered.

"Hot ass sexy", Jamie repeated. "Or you know, beautiful. Whatever you prefer." He pulled out his phone. "The bus leaves in ten. Let's go."

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The music in the club had been loud enough that it kept ringing in Ally's ears when she stepped out on the street. She was intoxicated, and she felt good. It was a happy kind of drunk, not the overly emotional one that occurred from time to time.

Clara had already left and Jamie was occupied with a guy and a girl in a dark corner somewhere. The last bus from the closest stop had already departed, but it was only a fifteen-minute walk to The Crossroad, a big roundabout circling a small square, where a lot of bus lines met.

She started to walk. On the High Street of the city people spilled out from clubs and pubs. It was closing time for many of them and they wanted their customers out. Ally turned onto a smaller, quieter street. It was a lot less people there and most of them were heading for the train station. Soon she was alone except for a dark figure walking a few meters behind her. She couldn't tell if it was a man, woman, or they and it made her feel uneasy. The person came closer, their footsteps rapidly increasing in speed.

"Excuse me." It was a man's voice calling for her attention.

She didn't want to turn around but felt that she had too. Maybe he just wanted directions.

"Yes?" She didn't stop.

He came up next to her. "You look very pretty."

He was in his early-thirties with a red beard and freckles on his skin.

"Thank you." She walked faster in the hope of him losing interest.

"Where are you going?" He gripped her arm and forced her to stop. She tried to shake it off but his grip stayed steady. "Come one. Don't be rude. I just want to talk."

"Let go."

She tried to bend his fingers with her free hand but as soon as he was losing grip, he pushed her. She fell backward, and then he was over her. He laid on top of her. His hands forcing her arms down against the pavement. He pressed his lips onto hers. She moved her head away.

"You know you want it. Otherwise, you wouldn't be dressed like that."

He pulled the hem of her dress up and the second his focus shifted was all she needed to knee him in the balls. While he adjusted to the unexpected pain, she crawled away from him, got up on her feet, and ran.

She heard him calling out for her but that only made her run faster than she even knew she could, and she kept running until she was so out of breath that the world started to spin. She dived inside a small archway of a closed door. It wasn't much of a hiding place, but at least she was out of sight. She pulled out her inhaler, shook it, and inhaled before peeking out. The street appeared to be empty, but how could she be sure? In her mind he could come from everywhere. He could've jumped on a public transport and beaten her to The Crossroads. Maybe he had gotten a cab and was looking for her. She had seen his face and on top of that made him angry, why would he ever let her go? She felt the familiar burn of tears in the eyes and a sob escaped her mouth before she could stop it.