Mated to a Drak

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"No, no, no...don't come any closer." Lily mumbled desperately as she pretended to look in her bag. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the ubiquitous stinky crazy guy at the train station was headed her direction.

It was 7.15am on Monday morning, and Lily was already in a foul mood. On her way to work she realised it was going to be one of those days she should have just stayed in bed. It was pouring out of the heavens and her umbrella had broken by the time she had gotten to the end of her street; meaning that her long brown curls that she had spent 30 minutes getting just right, were now hanging like rats tails by the time she had gotten to the station.

Once she had arrived at the crowded station she had panicked because she thought she had lost her train pass, and had to empty the entire contents of her bag on the floor, while people had tisked and tutted walking around her, only to find the evil pass had been in her coat pocket the whole time. She had then missed her train and had to wait 30 minutes on the next one; making her late for work again.

And now the crazy guy was homing in on her; just what she needed. He picks a different person every day to abuse and shout at, but the security staff usually show up eventually. Please don't talk to me, she mentally pleaded, not today.

He had so much dirt and muck creating and deepening lines on his face, and the rest was covered by a full beard. He could have been anywhere between the age of 30 and 50. He was dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jogging bottoms (two sizes too small), with grey white socks and luminous pink trainers on his feet, topped off with a woolly hat over his greasy locks. His teeth were yellow with brown bits joining them together to create the illusion of one big tooth. The stench from his unwashed body was a mix of garbage and urine.

"Hello darling! Got a bit wet did you?" he leered at her.

Holding her breath as he got closer she smiled politely, then looked down the tracks away from him, wishing for the train that wasn't due for another 22 minutes would magically appear. Lily was hoping that if she didn't engage him, he would go away on his own. No such luck, he rubbed her hair with his yellow tipped fingers, and said, "Mmm, you smell nice."

Lily shuddered and did her best not to flinch. He either didn't notice or chose not to. "How about me and you go back to your place and dry off a little? I can show you a good time." Then he grabbed his crotch.

Lilys deep blue eyes opened wide as she stared at him aghast for a moment, then glanced around at the crowded platform; she noticed that everyone people around them had started to shuffle away, leaving her stranded and pointedly not looking in their direction.

"What a lovely offer, but no thank you." She mumbled.

"Come on. You know you want to." He went to grab her arm then, and she took a step back out of his way.

"No, better not. I have to go to work."

"STOP LYING TO ME!" He suddenly screamed at her, grabbing her arm and started pulling her towards the exit. Lily's mouth dropped open, and she tried to pull her arm free. She felt horror flood her face.

"I...I'm not lying. I have to go to work."

"You think you are too good for me, is that it?" he stopped walking and started shaking her arm. "I know what work you do, you are a filthy whore, offering yourself on street corners to anyone that goes past."

Mortified she stammered, "No, I'm not. I don't. I work in Starbucks." She looked around and could see some people were trying not to laugh, while some others were shooting her concerned looks, but no one was going to help.

She groaned inside. Why didn't she just stay in bed this morning?

"Listen, I have had a bitch of a morning. Can you just leave me alone?" She said trying to put authority in her voice. She pulled away extra hard and succeeded in freeing her arm.