M-Modern Day Blues
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Her teeth ground together and she clenched her jaw shut with rage. It had been a long time since she’d found herself in such a predicament; the majority of guys normally saw her as a weakling and didn’t pay any attention to her so that she could dispatch of them at her leisure. Wriggling around, she tried to break free from the hold, but found herself hopelessly restrained. Resigned to the fact she was pretty much screwed, she let out a loan, miserable groan. As the other spoke she froze perfectly still and struck back in an attempt to catch the others shin or connect with anything really.

“Let go o’ me this instant, ya bastard” as her anger rose, her accent thickened and boy she was majorly p’eed of that she’d gotten pinned by some drunk soldier wanna be. A rebellious streak ran through her and she wriggled around, despite the others choke hold and pinned arm. Her joints complained some from her wriggling, but she wasn’t gonna give in so easy. “Dammit, lemme go!”

Warmth ran to her cheeks and she could feel her skin running red, further adding to her shame. The instant he lets go, he's a dead man...


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