Page 38 of Vegas Daddies

But the grip tightens even more.

“HEY!”

Shivers prick the nape of my neck—I sense a breath there. A steady, unbothered one that doesn’t care.

I struggle against the force. Push my chest toward the floor. At this point, my body is almost bent in half, butstillI struggle to create resistance.

So I go in with my feet, blindly aiming for the attacker’s knees.

I buckle one, but their strength returns. And mine is weakening.

One hand slips away from my waist to curl around my neck.

Don’t squeeze. Please don’t squeeze.

I gasp. Begin clawing at the attacker’s arm. Just an inch of space will get oxygen back into my lungs. But I’m too tired. And their strength continues to improve.

My own thumping pulse and staggered breathing are the only sounds my ears can pick up. This isn’t good. Not in the slightest. It’s late, dark, and I parked my car on the top floor of the garage for some stupid reason which is now likely to be my cause of death.

The attacker releases my neck to cross both arms around my chest.

How kind of them, letting me breathe again.

They force me backward, and I’m dragged further away from my vehicle.

Dead on the street or hidden in the trunk of a car? What will it be?

After fighting their grip for so long, I give up and relax back into their chest to enjoy the ride for a moment.

But not for long.

Contracting my stomach to keep balance, I lift a leg and blindly angle my foot to the rough area of their genitals.

It could be a disaster.

But there’s also potential for it to be the kick of life.

One, two, three…

STRIKE!

Both knees buckle this time, the crossed grip loosening just for a second.

And a second is all I need.

I wriggle out of their arms and let adrenaline carry me forward. Bending down, I swoop up my keys and unlock the vehicle with trembling fingers. Never in my life have I felt so happy about starting up an engine.

My attacker sprints toward the vehicle. But I manage to sharp-turn the car before his body rolls up the windshield.

CRASH!

I collide with the hood of the car in the neighboring space, and an alarm blares, echoing around the garage like a terrifying scream.

But the car still drives.

I turn the vehicle and drive down to the first level.

Fear rattles my body and comes out in tears. I blink them away and continue driving down the levels. He could easilybungee jump down. Surprise attack me and smash through the windshield to reach me that way.

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