Not Love

Chapter 3

"I want that kiss and alot more" he bartender says and my eyes widen

"W-what?" I stammer

"Y'heard me" he says as he takes a long stride closer,
I move backwards and trip over my own feet resulting me to fall back on top of something and I hiss in pain as my back arches over it

"Leave me alone you sick fuck!" I yell hoping he will but he doesn't even flinch, great, im so so soo screwed!

he moves closer and i shuffle backwards, i move my hand around to see if i can search for some sort of weapon I could use, my hand finds its way to a bottle I grab it and throw aiming for his head, I'm eerily disappointed when I see it hit the door behind him.

"What the-! You could have killed me!" he yells as he basically pounced on me holding my arms above my head as I struggle for release,

"Your death would have been a miracle." I say before I spit on his face. he wipes it off before giving me a slap that might leave me temporarily deaf, I try to move my legs hoping I could kick him somewhere sensitive but it was to no use.

 I saw his hand move down to his belt buckle. I panic, I result to my last and only hope... I begin to scream, as loud as possible no one comes so I struggle and scream the more, only to receive a punch to the nose, I see the blood on his fist and cant hold back the tears any more, I scream and cry as loud as I can as he figures out how to take off his pants, he's in his underwear and I'm covered tears and blood. Just when I begin to lose hope I begin to hear a pounding on the door, I scream louder for help but the bartender still doesn't hesitate to rip my panties off.

the pounding gets louder and harder and im only praying that im saved fast enough, he finally got his boxers off and was about to do the unspeakable when suddenly the door opened and he was jerked off of me, I quickly pulled my dress down shut me eyes and begin to cry.

 I could hear his grunts as he was probably being beaten up, I feel a pair of strong arms go behind my back and under my knees lifting e up bridal style, I don't care who it is at the moment, I bury me face in the persons chest, probably a man judging from the broadness of the chest and lack of boobs, there's a lot of noise and I can hear camera flashes and feel bright lights, he's running, punching past a lot of people and he doesn't stop until I can feel the fresh air.

 I open my eyes a bit and begin to feel dizzy, I look up and see a face but I cant make out who as everything is blurry, suddenly everything goes black...

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Sorry that was a short one I was distracted by Cole Sprouse, I mean Jughead, I mean Riverdale... anyhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Happy December! Christmas is on the way!!!

Ciao