hasn’t spoken to me since then. He hasn’t even bothered to answer my request properly. I hate to see him surrounded by drunken assholes. I intend to pass them, pretending they don’t exist.
Unfortunately, they don’t return the same courtesy. As I get nearer, someone chuckles.
“Prince Aleksey. Isn’t that the girl who has a pair of green oceans instead of eyes?” A raspy voice says with an amused tone. The cops respond with guffaws and catcalls. “No wonder she’s blushing.”
They are so drunk that I don’t try to find sense in their words. Aleksey doesn’t answer.
“Sir Tristan,” says Gary Sleecket adjusting his belt around his round belly. “The girl’s rolling her eyes at us. You and Prince Aleksey should teach her some respect.”
Someone drawls. “Sleecket, look at her, isn’t she more your type?”
Neither Tristan nor Aleksey participates in the mockery. From the corner of my eye I see Aleksey glaring at them, effectively making them shut up.
I can’t snap at them. I don’t stand a chance at defending myself if these tall guys get violent. I have experienced Aleksey’s strength first hand. Deciding to ignore them, I walk past wearing a contemptuous expression that only makes them laugh more.
The sky is getting darker. There’s barely any Starvillers in sight. I stop by the apothecary and return home, taking a different route.
When I’ve walked half the way to the clinic, Gary Sleecket appears behind me. He must be in his fifties, and his substantial built tells me he must have been one of the best soldiers of his country.
I nervously glance around. No signs of the other cops. Are they ambushing me?
“Where are you going, sweet pie?” His speech sounds so slurred that I can barely make out what he says. “I can walk you home if you want.”
I change direction several times, but I can’t get rid of him. “You’re a sweet girl with a nice cunt waiting to be licked.”
I gasp, feeling a sudden need to vomit, which is soon replaced by hot fury. I speed up my pace, but he quickly catches up. The few passers-by I run into are oblivious to my distress.
“Are you a virgin? What am I saying? You obviously are.”
I don’t like the V-word any other day. With the leering look in his eyes, I feel the insult deep in my heart.
I can’t see any of the others, so perhaps I can hit him. But what if I try to punch him, and he calls his companions? Evasion is the best option. I drop my backpack and flee at top speed.
The chase seems to excite him. “You’re the juiciest bitch in heat I’ve ever seen.”
My heart beats furiously. I can’t disregard the idea that he might rape me if he finds a deserted alley, so I take a free-of-alleys route. His companions don’t appear.
The cop keeps chasing me, whispering all kind of obscenities. When he gets tired of me ignoring him, his right hand shoots out and touches my lower back. I almost gag at his revolting touch. If a slimy giant cockroach had licked me, it would’ve been less disgusting.
He traps me from behind, trying to force me into a deserted building.
“Get off me!” I scream struggling with all I have. The nausea his touch provokes almost makes me double over.
I step to the side and drop my body. It makes him lose his grip and gives me access to hit his stomach first, then his groin. He shouts in pain before I break into a run.
I sprint toward the plaza screaming “Fire!” His legs are longer and still have the inhuman speed of a soldier. He catches up in seconds. Gary puts his strong arms around me, effectively trapping me. He lifts me in a choke hold, making sure I can’t hurt his groin again.
My fire warning has caught some attention, but nobody helps me. On the contrary, people get away from the scene.
I bring my chin down to make room for air. I crouch and use my legs to make him lose balance. I’m about to get myself free when somebody pulls him away from me and hits him furiously.
“You son of a bitch! Stay
Unfortunately, they don’t return the same courtesy. As I get nearer, someone chuckles.
“Prince Aleksey. Isn’t that the girl who has a pair of green oceans instead of eyes?” A raspy voice says with an amused tone. The cops respond with guffaws and catcalls. “No wonder she’s blushing.”
They are so drunk that I don’t try to find sense in their words. Aleksey doesn’t answer.
“Sir Tristan,” says Gary Sleecket adjusting his belt around his round belly. “The girl’s rolling her eyes at us. You and Prince Aleksey should teach her some respect.”
Someone drawls. “Sleecket, look at her, isn’t she more your type?”
Neither Tristan nor Aleksey participates in the mockery. From the corner of my eye I see Aleksey glaring at them, effectively making them shut up.
I can’t snap at them. I don’t stand a chance at defending myself if these tall guys get violent. I have experienced Aleksey’s strength first hand. Deciding to ignore them, I walk past wearing a contemptuous expression that only makes them laugh more.
The sky is getting darker. There’s barely any Starvillers in sight. I stop by the apothecary and return home, taking a different route.
When I’ve walked half the way to the clinic, Gary Sleecket appears behind me. He must be in his fifties, and his substantial built tells me he must have been one of the best soldiers of his country.
I nervously glance around. No signs of the other cops. Are they ambushing me?
“Where are you going, sweet pie?” His speech sounds so slurred that I can barely make out what he says. “I can walk you home if you want.”
I change direction several times, but I can’t get rid of him. “You’re a sweet girl with a nice cunt waiting to be licked.”
I gasp, feeling a sudden need to vomit, which is soon replaced by hot fury. I speed up my pace, but he quickly catches up. The few passers-by I run into are oblivious to my distress.
“Are you a virgin? What am I saying? You obviously are.”
I don’t like the V-word any other day. With the leering look in his eyes, I feel the insult deep in my heart.
I can’t see any of the others, so perhaps I can hit him. But what if I try to punch him, and he calls his companions? Evasion is the best option. I drop my backpack and flee at top speed.
The chase seems to excite him. “You’re the juiciest bitch in heat I’ve ever seen.”
My heart beats furiously. I can’t disregard the idea that he might rape me if he finds a deserted alley, so I take a free-of-alleys route. His companions don’t appear.
The cop keeps chasing me, whispering all kind of obscenities. When he gets tired of me ignoring him, his right hand shoots out and touches my lower back. I almost gag at his revolting touch. If a slimy giant cockroach had licked me, it would’ve been less disgusting.
He traps me from behind, trying to force me into a deserted building.
“Get off me!” I scream struggling with all I have. The nausea his touch provokes almost makes me double over.
I step to the side and drop my body. It makes him lose his grip and gives me access to hit his stomach first, then his groin. He shouts in pain before I break into a run.
I sprint toward the plaza screaming “Fire!” His legs are longer and still have the inhuman speed of a soldier. He catches up in seconds. Gary puts his strong arms around me, effectively trapping me. He lifts me in a choke hold, making sure I can’t hurt his groin again.
My fire warning has caught some attention, but nobody helps me. On the contrary, people get away from the scene.
I bring my chin down to make room for air. I crouch and use my legs to make him lose balance. I’m about to get myself free when somebody pulls him away from me and hits him furiously.
“You son of a bitch! Stay
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