The bartender pushed her from him, into the room and ran away before the stranger could say a word. Kira tried to get up from the floor where she had fallen, but her leg keep wobbling on each other.

The image in front of her was a blur and she couldn’t see a thing but her body didn’t stop heating up as an image of being pinned to the wall and fucked senseless keeps assaulting her brain. She tried to grab into the nearest object to her and her hand found something hard yet soft, not think straight and wanting to get up grin the floor, she held onto it...