I feel your hot breath against my neck, feel you taking in my scent…my hair, my perfume, my skin, my…fear. I try to wrench myself free but you hold me tight against your body, my cries muffled by your fingers. You’re bigger than me, and strong, and my efforts are futile. You grab me hard with your other hand across my chest holding my arms as I try and pull myself away from you. I’m surprised, startled, I try to say something, to call out, yell…but your strong hand is holding my face tight, clenching my cheeks, stopping my words from escaping. I don’t know you’re behind me until your hand is over my mouth.
