I smiled shyly at him and leaned closer. He grinned as if he had won an award. When I was close I cramped my right hand and slapped his cheek with enough pressure to leave a mark.
“One down.” I shouted happily and laughed at his shocked face as I ran away from him.
I looked for another drunken guy to smack. In a corner I saw a guy trying to kiss some girl who was protesting. I narrowed my eyes, he deserved a slap alright.
I walked straight up to him and tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned me with an angry face but that soon changed into appreciation when his eyes scanned my body. I shivered in absolute disgust. Putting extra strength in the movement I slapped him hard. I heard the girl gasp as the guy’s face turned red. I stuck out my tongue and disappeared in the dancing crowd. Two down!
I rubbed my right palm soothingly, slapping hard causes pain.
My eyes skimmed through the area, trying to find more such perverts. It wasn’t hard, considering it was a night club with huge tents in front of almost all guys. My next target was an extremely drunk guy who was using expired pick-up lines on an awkwardly shy girl. I couldn’t place if the girl was enjoying it or not, but I didn’t care. I had a bucket list to complete.
Just as I approached them, I heard the drunk guy slur. “Are you from Japan? Because I wanna get in Japanties.”
I rolled my eyes heavily. Bryan had better pick-up lines. I got in between them. My slap caused the poor guy to tumble right off his stool to the ground. I laughed loudly. “Three down. Two more to go.”
From my peripheral vision I saw Logan and Alan talking furtively. No doubt about my absence. I went further into the crowd, only two more. Search, search!
The next one looked like a teenager, our age. How did he enter? He was holding a girl’s hand, same age maybe. But the girl was shaking her head, protesting. I shook my head in sadness, hormonal guys I tell you. My slap took him by surprise but surprisingly he had the decency to apologize to the girl.
Just one more. I saw another guy talking roughly a girl, he held her arm tightly while she squirmed under his touch. He looked way too built, like some boxer. My slap wouldn’t even hurt him. In fact he would probably make me his next target. I sighed turning away, hoping someone would save the poor girl.
My eyes landed on a guy at the bar, he was just sitting and drinking something. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t see his face, only his shoulders and blond hair. The urge to slap him was instant. Who was he?
I sauntered forward, passing the grinding crowds, squinting my eyes in the disco lights. After some stumbling and giggling, I finally reached the guy. I tapped his shoulder and the second he turned I didn’t even care to see his whole face, I just slapped him.
“Five down. Zero to go. You go bitch!” I exclaimed, clapping and jumping in glee.
“Where the hell were you?”
I turned to see an extremely furious Logan followed by equally furious Alan and Brittany marching towards me. Oh oh!
I ran to the left and out of the side gate. I heard footsteps behind me and I ran farther. Taking a quick right turn into a dark alley I paused. I heard running footsteps pass me and I sighed, giggling to myself.
That was fun! I should get drunk more often.
Suddenly a twig snapped behind me and I froze. They found me! I slowly turned expecting to find my furious friends but instead there was just one figure standing in front me, it was a man that was clear by his broad shoulders and more than 6 inch height but nothing else could be seen. It was dark and there were no street lights nearby.
The figure took another step, instinctively I stepped back.
“Logan? Alan?” I whispered hesitantly. Both weren’t this stout.
The response was a simple snort.
I gulped. “If this is a joke it isn’t funny.” I said, this time my voice a little more firm.
A hollow laugh.
The realization slowly sank in. This was some creepy guy who wanted to do bad bad things to me. I turned and ran out, shouting my lungs out. A hand clasped my mouth in seconds and I was pulled into a hard chest.
I struggled, my feet moving and hands trashing. My head was starting to feel dizzy. This is not the time to faint. I chided to myself.
His other arm snaked around my stomach, effectively trapping both my arms. My legs continued to move, trying to kick his shin and my mouth trying to bite his hand.
“Shut up or I’ll tear your clothes right here.” The hissed, his grip tightening on my top.
I froze, tears brimming into my eyes. This was it, I was going to lose my virginity to some in an alley. So not fun!
“I am removing my hand now. One scream and you’ll be lying on the floor naked. Get it?” His rough voice breathed in my ear.
I cringed, feeling the urge to vomit. I nodded slightly.
His hand loosened and then paused and finally left my face. I breathed in utter relief. Kick his balls. I turned with that thought, but the arm around my stomach stopped me.
“Kicking the most previous part is out graded, don’t you think?” He slurred, his grip around me tightening.
Shit! I am so fudging dead. I so regretted not going to those kung fu classes as a kid.
He slowly turned me, his arm moving to back causing my body to press against him. By now the tears were freely flowing and I felt disgusted, so violated.
I looked up to see my predators face now that it was nearer. I gasped as I recognized the face. It was the same tall and built guy who was forcing a girl in the club, the one I didn’t slap. Now I felt like I should have.
“Recognize me?” He smirked, showing his crooked teeth. “I knew you wanted me by that look you were giving me.”
I scowled. “You mean the look of disgust?”
His eyes narrowed. “I know you want me. Teenage girls like you come to such clubs only for one thing and I am going to give it to you.”
I struggled in his grip. “I just came for fun not to have sex with some asshole.”
His eyes narrowed and then turned malicious. “Sex is fun, especially more fun and kinky in an alley.” He purred, reaching for my lips.
“What if someone sees us?” I asked, trying to divert his mind.
He shrugged, like it was no biggie. He had probably done this tons of times before. Pathetic.
“Well I had no idea you are an exhibit.” I snapped.
His gripped my waist roughly. “You will be one very soon too.” He leaned further, just inches away from me. His putrid breath making way into my lungs.
I wrinkled my nose in revulsion. “What’s your favorite color?”
He froze and then sighed, his head moving away. Thank God! “One more word and it will be very rough.” He warned, coming closer again.
Fuck! Think of something, think of something.
“Do you only eat the cream inside Oreos or the biscuit as well?”
Once again he froze, his face becoming confused until he groaned. “Don’t make me gag you. I prefer the cream inside women.”
I wrinkled my mouth in disgust. Before I could say anything, his nose touched my neck, making me cringe. No! No! I don’t want this! The tears poured like a waterfall, my breath coming in short gasps. The realization that every girl’s worst dream is coming true to me finally sank.
“Don’t cry. It will be good.” He wiped my tears and I cringed at the feel of his rough and filthy hands on my face.
His fingers didn’t move, they stayed there, gripping my cheeks and his thumb pressing on my bottom lip. His legs pressed into mine and I could feel his unsatisfied stick poking into my thigh. Yuck!
“No! Please!” I whispered weakly.
“I know you want it.” He whispered, looking into my eyes. His eyes were dark were pleasure and lust, making me feel like a lewd slut.
Just a few inches more. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t form words. The connection of my brain and mouth was broken. And suddenly my throat clogged and I gagged all the food and drinks coming out in the form of a disgusting looking liquid.
I vomited right on his face.
The sticky substance on his face looked priceless and perfect, like it was meant to be there. I would have guffawed if I had energy but my mouth felt viscid. For the first time I was more than happy to vomit.
“You fucking bitch.” He snarled, one hand wiping the liquid and one raised to hit me.
Instinctively I backed away, turning my face away. But the attack never came instead I heard a swish of air and something crack, followed by a grunt and cry of pain.
I peeked from my hands. There were two silhouettes on the ground, punching each other. Well, the guy on above was doing all the punching. I leaned a little forward to get a better look and relief flooded my blood. The guy getting punched was the pervert. I am safe!
I wiped my mouth with my palm, grimacing as I had no handkerchiefs or tissues.
The other guy was still beating and shouting profanities.
“You’ll kill him!” I exclaimed in horror, when the punches didn’t stop for a few minutes. I struggled to see my saviors face but the darkness prevented it.
My rescuer turned to as if realizing for the first time that I was still there. He grunted, throwing another punch and got up, kicking his rib. The pervert was totally unresponsive, hopefully fainted but not dead. I didn’t want to be in a court as a live witness for the murder of a guy who almost took my virginity unwillingly.
My knight in shining armor took a tentative step near me and his face came nearer, I gasped. “Sean?”