“Such fair perfect skin.” He pushed me against a wall and began to feel me up.
“Please stop,” I begged, but he didn’t. He greedily pushed me from wall to wall looking for the room. When he found it, he opened the door and pushed me onto the bed. Ethan began ripping my dress off of me. “No Ethan. Please.”
“All of you American girls. So slutty, but none wanting to shag. I’ll teach you a lesson for dressing like this.” He took some rope and tied me up to the bed.
“LUKE!” I yelled. In response, Ethan slapped me hard and began to undress himself. “No! I-I,” I began to break down into tears.
“Stop crying you hussy! Take your punishment like a real woman.” Ethan continued to lay kisses all over my body. I only wore my undergarments.
“Ethan, you know this isn’t right.”
“Don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do, bitch,” he said slapping me again. My face stung as tears fell. I heard the door lightly banging. All of a sudden it broke down. Luke was standing on the other side. Ethan came up to him. “She’s mine now.”
Luke’s face filled up with fury when he saw me lying there helpless. When his fist connected with Ethan’s jaw, everything turned silent. Ethan became unconscious.
“Luke,” I said hopefully. He ran over to me and began to untie me. Luke refused to look at my bare body. He tossed me my dress and turned around. I put on my dress and rushed to Luke and gave him a hug. “Luke.” I cried into his shoulder yet again.
“It’s all over. I’m so sorry.”
“Luke,” I repeated.
“It’s okay. Shhhh. Let’s go home.” He wrapped him in his arms and picked me up.
“H-How did you know?”
“You called, didn’t you?” he asked with a lopsided smile on his face.
“Never leave me.”
“I won’t.” He called a cab and wrapped me in his jacket. He gently put me into the cab, then he entered on the opposite side.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked.
Everything was fading from my vision.