Marcus reached up to stroke my hair and I was
suddenly alert, sobered by his inappropriate behaviour. I tried to push him
away.
“Marcus please,” I said, trying not to sound
feeble, “I’m with Jack,
I don’t know what you
are expecting.”
“Shush, Jessica,” Marcus replied
in a soothing tone, “Jack won’t
mind. Trust me.”
He leaned his face close to me, and his body
was firm and heavy. He was too strong for me to move. I tried to struggle but
he pinned my arms at my sides. I began to panic. I tried to raise my voice, but
my throat was hoarse, maybe from the alcohol.
“Marcus, stop,” I pleaded, “Please stop, you’re hurting me!”
I collapsed into blind panic as he lifted his
head, his face pale, and his eyes wild. He opened his mouth and I tried to
scream. He was going to bite me! Suddenly he was pulled away and slammed into the
ground across the car park. I saw Danny standing before me. He glared at Marcus.
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