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lips and he licked them repeatedly.
There was a canister of pepper spray in her purse. The problem was that her purse was now dangling down by her knee and the way he had her pinned it was going to be next to impossible to get into.
Her fingers stretched searching for feel of leather. Instead she touched the denim of his jeans.
"Oh ho! Someone's horny!" He exclaimed in excitement.
"Dream on, creep" Andrea pulled back her hand and floundered for her bag. Just as her fingertips found the zipper and pressed the bag to the car for leverage he moved her and she lost her grip.
"You want this cock, eh girl?" He asked and let her go with one hand to unzip his pants. "I got a big ole cock. Give it to you right here, right now. You know you want this dick" he talked himself up while he struggled to find the zipper of his ripped and oil smudged jeans.
Andrea took the opening she was given and shoved him as hard as she could with her free arm. Her strength caught him off balance and he tottered backwards tripping over his own feet as he tried to catch himself before he hit the pavement.
Creep looked up at her with a confused expression as if he didn't quite understand how he had ended up on his ass. Confusion quickly turned to anger as he tried to get up when he figured out it was her fault he was down there.
Andrea grabbed the door handle and was almost in the car when he grabbed her by her ponytail and drug her back out tossing her to the ground like a doll.
She could see her keys near the other end of the car. She didn't even realize she had dropped them in the struggle. The car wasn't going to get her very far without them even if she had made it into the car.
Creep was on top of her. His dirty hands grabbing her breasts, pulling up her shirt and revealing her bra.
"Mmm girl look at them titties!" He was nearly salivating over her and Andrea's level of disgust was teetering toward vomiting.
"Hands off, Asshole!" she yelled and tried to roll her body from under his. Even though he was skinny, he was heavier than she thought he would be.
The blow to her face turned her head in an explosion of pain and shock. His balled fist hit her cheekbone and before she had a chance to recover from the punch his hands were around her throat.
"I'll take what I want from you, whore!" He yelled into her face while his boney fingers gripped her windpipe. "And you're gonna give it to me or you're gonna die tonight!"
Just as she was about to blackout and accept that she was going to be choked to death in a dirty bar parking lot by a drugged up creep out for revenge on women the smell of cedar came over her again.
'I guess this is what death feels like' she thought and let her mind go as she inhaled the smell and found peace in it's comfort. She even stopped feeling the creep's hands around her throat. It was like coming back to life; it was like water after a parching drought. The air tasted sweeter, the smell of cedar was everywhere around her, enveloping her in it's soothing scent.
Andrea opened her eyes and it was still dark, but not complete darkness like she thought Purgatory or some place like that would be... no... she was still in the parking lot as Risk.
Moving her head to the right she could see that Creep was about ten feet away flat on his back and not moving. She wondered what had happened.
'Maybe he thought he killed her and stumbled off and his drugs got the better of him and he passed out' she thought.
She tried to sit up slowly and her head reeled in protest. She groaned and laid back down.
"Give me your hand" a gruff voice demanded from somewhere above her.
Andrea looked up and saw a huge man, probably nearing seven feet tall, standing over her. His eyes hidden behind wraparound black sunglasses even though it was dark, his hand stretched out to her in offering.
'Angel?' She questioned in an odd haze looking for a pair of massive wings or a halo or some other tell-tale angel garb.
"Thank you" Andrea said taking his
There was a canister of pepper spray in her purse. The problem was that her purse was now dangling down by her knee and the way he had her pinned it was going to be next to impossible to get into.
Her fingers stretched searching for feel of leather. Instead she touched the denim of his jeans.
"Oh ho! Someone's horny!" He exclaimed in excitement.
"Dream on, creep" Andrea pulled back her hand and floundered for her bag. Just as her fingertips found the zipper and pressed the bag to the car for leverage he moved her and she lost her grip.
"You want this cock, eh girl?" He asked and let her go with one hand to unzip his pants. "I got a big ole cock. Give it to you right here, right now. You know you want this dick" he talked himself up while he struggled to find the zipper of his ripped and oil smudged jeans.
Andrea took the opening she was given and shoved him as hard as she could with her free arm. Her strength caught him off balance and he tottered backwards tripping over his own feet as he tried to catch himself before he hit the pavement.
Creep looked up at her with a confused expression as if he didn't quite understand how he had ended up on his ass. Confusion quickly turned to anger as he tried to get up when he figured out it was her fault he was down there.
Andrea grabbed the door handle and was almost in the car when he grabbed her by her ponytail and drug her back out tossing her to the ground like a doll.
She could see her keys near the other end of the car. She didn't even realize she had dropped them in the struggle. The car wasn't going to get her very far without them even if she had made it into the car.
Creep was on top of her. His dirty hands grabbing her breasts, pulling up her shirt and revealing her bra.
"Mmm girl look at them titties!" He was nearly salivating over her and Andrea's level of disgust was teetering toward vomiting.
"Hands off, Asshole!" she yelled and tried to roll her body from under his. Even though he was skinny, he was heavier than she thought he would be.
The blow to her face turned her head in an explosion of pain and shock. His balled fist hit her cheekbone and before she had a chance to recover from the punch his hands were around her throat.
"I'll take what I want from you, whore!" He yelled into her face while his boney fingers gripped her windpipe. "And you're gonna give it to me or you're gonna die tonight!"
Just as she was about to blackout and accept that she was going to be choked to death in a dirty bar parking lot by a drugged up creep out for revenge on women the smell of cedar came over her again.
'I guess this is what death feels like' she thought and let her mind go as she inhaled the smell and found peace in it's comfort. She even stopped feeling the creep's hands around her throat. It was like coming back to life; it was like water after a parching drought. The air tasted sweeter, the smell of cedar was everywhere around her, enveloping her in it's soothing scent.
Andrea opened her eyes and it was still dark, but not complete darkness like she thought Purgatory or some place like that would be... no... she was still in the parking lot as Risk.
Moving her head to the right she could see that Creep was about ten feet away flat on his back and not moving. She wondered what had happened.
'Maybe he thought he killed her and stumbled off and his drugs got the better of him and he passed out' she thought.
She tried to sit up slowly and her head reeled in protest. She groaned and laid back down.
"Give me your hand" a gruff voice demanded from somewhere above her.
Andrea looked up and saw a huge man, probably nearing seven feet tall, standing over her. His eyes hidden behind wraparound black sunglasses even though it was dark, his hand stretched out to her in offering.
'Angel?' She questioned in an odd haze looking for a pair of massive wings or a halo or some other tell-tale angel garb.
"Thank you" Andrea said taking his
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