Chapter 45 On The Ropes

Terrified and disoriented, I immediately try to scream. The sound is muffled as a large, callous hand presses over my mouth. I struggle as violently as I can, kicking and punching in the darkness wildly. I can hear my attacker grunt, but his grip on me doesn’t waiver. Fear and adrenaline course through my veins. When my kicking and punching don’t succeed in halting my attacker, I switch to clawing, violently scraping my fingernails where I guess his face might be in the darkness.