His Saviour

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I had 2 years' experience with handling overly intoxicated men. Working at the Snakes bar in town I was faced with many drunk customers all wanting to enjoy their night and sometimes that can get out of order.

Above my pay grade.

Tonight's events were the primary reason as to why I refused to leave my own bar and venture to neighbouring bars in the city. What originally was a little bit of fun, turned into having to physically run away from a man that didn't get the message and refused to take no for an answer that he was willing to accept.

When did guys get so disgusting with their behaviour towards women?

Rushing away from the bar, I quickly tapped on the uber app and tried to order a taxi at record pace. I needed to get out of this street quickly since this man clearly had some friends that were running the bar I was just in.

I had lost my best friend Rebecca earlier in the night. I had thought that I would have been able to handle myself but evidently I was wrong.

"Come on baby girl, why are you running away?" I heard the man's taunting voice again. I grimaced when I heard multiple voices follow as they laughed, finding this amusing.

I passed by some of the smaller shops on this street and sneaked into a hidden alley that was clear from all curious eyes. I breathed deeply as my back hit the wall as I picked up my phone, continuing to work out how I was going to get home.

I couldn't even call my parents, knowing that if they found out I was walking the streets alone at 2 in the morning. I would be in serious trouble. With Asian parents, it's actually better to not call for help. The consequences would be much worse.

Hearing their taunting voices again, I quickly looked around and I saw a building that had the door open. Reading the old sign on the front I recognised it immediately. This was the old building of the bar I work for.

It was the best choice for me since I knew the ins and outs of this building. It would give me enough time to hide. Hopefully long enough that the men would get annoyed and look for another victim.

I quickly took off my heels and creeped into the building. I stayed behind the door and peeped through a hole in the wall to watch for other men.

The next few seconds felt incredibly long and I had to watch as the man palmed his crotch as his friends laughed around him.

I looked down at my body, noticing the way my dress was twisted from struggling against his body. A shudder went through my body at the thought of how closer than man had been to taking something that I wasn't willing to give away.

Thankfully to my luck, the man's friends had managed to steer him away. Seemingly getting annoyed with wandering the streets when there were bars full with girls that they could try their charm on.

As I slowly walked inside the building I could clearly see that the building was no longer a bar but rather it was what appeared to be a temporary boxing ring. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand as a taxi was confirmed but a little light flickering above caught my attention.

When I was able to move forward I noticed the dark figure of someone sitting in the middle of the boxing ring. My heart started to beat faster when I noticed that they weren't moving. My mind went straight too assuming that he was dead and that would definitely make for an eventful night.

But after the lucky escape I just had, I contemplated in my mind whether it was a good idea to stay and check to see if he was okay. My taxi was coming and all I had to do was walk out and go home.