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Mortified

Mark’s face became contorted with lust. Trapped, unable to move, I sat, the fear rising in my throat by the second. I gulped again, and he leered.

Mark’s hands found the zip of my coat. A few downwards pulls later and, my zip undone, he pushed it off my shoulders and off my arms till it sat behind me on the rubbish. His eyes took in my green checked shirt and again his hands moved in for the kill.

Scared, I tried to push him off and away, but he pinned me to the side of the skip. I was powerless. His hands clawed at my top, trying to undo the tiny buttons with his beefy hands. Eagerly, his eyes flashing, he undid the buttons one by one, before sliding the top off to reveal my plain beige bra underneath.

Mortified I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up in my bed, this having all been a nightmare. No such luck. I felt his thick fingers, tracing the edge of my ribs, around my waist.

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