Thread: Life and Fighting (True Grave and LustLove)

RE Life and Fighting The sounds of yelling and constant chatter went over Samantha's head as she refilled a drink for another customer. Her ability to smile had faded late in the evening as more people piled into the small space of the sports bar and as another man stared at her chest. She shoved the drink in his hand and pulled the minimal fabric up her large cleavege but that only caused the shirt to raise, giving full access to her toned torso and dimples on her back. She sighed and carried on until her shift would be over. She constantly had to remind herself that she dealt with the dirty stares and smell of alcohol five days out of a week to offer herself a better lifestyle than she had experienced before. Eventually there would come a time when she remembered this thought and she would realize it wasn't all for nothing. Beer. A man demanded as she stood behind the bar. She figured he had said it many times and that it tone was out of frustration which would be her fault. She grabbed a glass then pressed the tap to release the foamy beverage into the tall cup. She set it in front of him and looked him in the eyes. 7.50. She told him watching as his slimy eyes raked over her body. They started from the top of her dark red strands of hair, across her lean figure, and to her bare navel. His stares made her quiver slightly but she stood her ground nonetheless. 7.50. She repeated, louder and firmer than the last time. He reached into his pocket and pulled the money out, prompting her to keep the change while he grinned. Normally she wouldn't except a tip from a dirtbag like this man but it was a twenty dollar bill and an opportunity she would pass up. She thanked him then sank away to the other side to help her co-worker. At least half an hour later, it was time for Samantha to clock out. She grabbed her bags and waved bye to her friends as she used the back entrance of the bar to get away quicker. She slipped a pull-over on then continued down the alleyway. Her apartment wasn't too far from the bar and with the decreased traffic, she should be able to make it out of there smoothly. She hadn't expected, however, that the man from the bar to sneak from a corner and surprised her. She jumped, startled, then stared at him for a short moment before continuing forward with her head down as she walked. Where are you going? She heard him yell out followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her from behind, quickly catching up to her pace. She thought about the next words she would say as to not lead the creep on. Just going on a break. She told him quietly, hoping that with that lie, he would stop bothering her and go about his own business. She wasn't so lucky though. Mind if I join you? He asked, now walking side by side with her. She cringed and her face settled into a grimace and she tried to continue moving along to get as far away from him as possible, not even bothering to answer his question. All of a sudden, a force grabbed her shoulder, pulled her to the side, and slammed her body against the brick wall of the alleyway. The man pressed his sweaty body close to hers, his breath reeking a booze. She tried detaching his grip from her but failed to do so. Looking into his eyes, she could tell he wouldn't continuing playing games with her. A terrified expression found way to her features and she attempted to get away from him again. She knew all too well what would happen from pure knowledge and didn't want to be a victim. But her weak strength was no match from his and he pushed her to the wall again. His hands then boldly groped her breasts and her sides, trailing further and further down her tight body. A rippling scream escaped her throat as she tried to bring attention to themselves before he smacked her across the face. It silenced her for a while but not before not, she was screaming at the top of her lungs again, praying someone would find them.