#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
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"Now stay shut until I fuck you like a whore." This couldn't happen.
Please Kahna. Please.
In a swift move, he turned me twisting my elbow as now my back touched his front. His touch felt disgusting.
"Stop, resisting." He said with gritted teeth. I just needed to see this scoundrel's face to beat him.
"Leave me you asshole." I tried to come out of his hold but he kept it too tight for me to move.
"Let me suck those tits." His voice was laced with disgust. His hand started to travel to my breasts and then I took a breath.
Shreya, you can do this.
I pushed myself away from him with all my strength, breaking free from his grasp. I turned to face him and quickly lifted my left leg, driving my heel into his dick.
"You wanted to fuck me like a whore. Now you won't able to fuck anyone, Asshole." I uttered.
"Fucking douchebag." I hissed as he screamed in pain. He lunged at me, but I was quick enough to strike him in the neck with my hand.
In that moment, my gratitude for my self-defence classes overflowed. As he hit the floor with a thud, I felt a creeping sense of disgust within me.
As I locked eyes with him, I confidently lowered into a squat. Extending my arms, I noticed the large bruises. When I looked up, I realized that my arms were almost entirely covered with red marks.
I will clean myself as I had to peel his touch off.
"You wanted to suck my tits. Wait." I said and---
"No No. Please. Sorry. Sorry." He is afraid. He should be. Men like him should be never born.
I stood as I lifted my foot and pierced his hand and his thigh my pencil heel and blood was oozing out.
Men like him need to die so, that every fucking woman is safe.
I almost walked out, but then I saw him lying in pain on the floor due to the pressure point attack I inflicted.
