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"Just a little further." The man to my side says but I have a feeling he's talking more to himself than to me.

Finally, we make it to the side entrance and the cool air sobers me up just a little bit. I'm still off my rocker drunk but certain aspects of the night clear up in my mind. One in particular is the fact that I definitely didn't see this man pay for any drinks. Not his own nor mine.

"I have to go back in and pay my tab." I slur.

"Baby, I already told you it's taken care of." His voice is a bit more tense, and he holds me tighter against his side.

"No, I didn't see. I have to make sure." I try to pull away from him, but he doesn't let me go. I come to this bar all the time. I don't want Mr. Grumpy pants behind the bar to ban me from coming because he thinks I skated on a bill.

"Just shut up about it will you."

Red flag.

"No, let me go. I'm going back inside." I try to pull away again. I don't have as much strength, but I do my best to push away from him.

"Fuck that. You made me a promise. I want to see what else you can put away. Like my cock in your mouth." He grits through clenched teeth.

What the fuck? I'm done with this.

Leaning forward I pull my arm up and slam my elbow back against his face. My aim is way off and I wind up hitting him in the cheek instead of in the nose like I wanted.

"You fucking bitch. You want it rough, so be it. I was going to be a fucking gentleman tonight, but you had to go and mess that up." He growls before he grabs my hair and yanks me back hard. Now instead of walking out toward the street, he's dragging me back into the alley near the side of the bar.

"No! Get off me!" I try to yell, but in that very second all the liquor I'd consumed decided to come back up. I try to lean forward but he's got such a tight hold on my hair that I can't. Most of the mess spills down the front of my shirt and onto the floor by my feet.

"You're a mess. That's okay, I like to get dirty." He chuckles, still pulling me backward.

I hack up some of the mess that is trying to slide its way back down my throat, but it's a lot. I'm struggling to breathe.

If I had any strength before this, it's all gone now.

"Come on, back here should be fine. No one is going to care about you anyway." Once again, he's talking more to himself than to me.

Shaking my head, I try to clear my brain from the liquor haze it's in, but I can't. I have to fight. Have to scream. I need help.

My feet bang against a large dumpster, and before I realize what's going on, I'm being thrown down to the floor. Instantly, I'm wet from whatever is on the pavement beneath me. I don't want to guess what I'm laying in, but from the smell I'm going to go with piss.

I struggle to get back up, finally getting up to my knees only to have him bring the back of his closed fist down across my face. The world spins faster and I fall backward.

This shit can't be happening. I've been trained and prepared for worse altercations. I know how to handle myself in a fight but for the life of me right now I can't get the upper hand. I'm too far gone.

I hear the telltale tinkle of his belt buckle opening up before he falls down on top of me, holding my hands with one of his and reaching for the button on my jeans with the other.

"No! Get off me! Stop!" I try to scream, but my voice is hoarse from the acid of my vomit.

Panic surges through me as I realize that I'm not going to be able to get out of this. He's too strong. I'm too drunk. It's a done deal.

When Free and I got away from the low life pimp who tricked us out, I promised myself that I'd never be a victim again and here I was back in the same position.

"Stop." I squeak out again but my head is spinning so violently now I'm not even sure what's going on. Did he start already? Are my pants off? Is he raping me?

"Hold still, and I won't hurt you." He puffs out, already out of breath.

I do my very best to do the exact opposite.

One second he's on top of me, yanking at my clothes and the next...he's gone.

Reality fades in and out but I manage to look up and see what's going on for a second.

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