I met the gaze of a guy across the room; he was black like a lot of the others here, very tall and probably about 18, a couple of years older than me. The taste of it tingle unpleasantly in my mouth, having been less than half diluted vodka when she’d poured it for me. XXX “I’d rather not,” I replied. I kicked and struggled beneath him as he lifted his hand from my head; he curled his fingers into a fist again and smashed his knuckles down square in my face with a sick thud. He continued fiddling with my shorts and yanked them down to my ankles. “Look bitch, shut the fuck up unless you want a knife up your cunt,” he hissed brutally. “This is your last chance,” He said quietly into my ear.
