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dark, copper toned skin and beady black eyes. While Genevieve’s black eyes seemed to glow with her overall warmth, this man’s eyes were cold and nearly lifeless. He smiled widely as if to say “gotcha”.  The man knew that there was very little chance for Genevieve to escape his grasp. Genevieve’s heart was beating through her chest. Why wouldn’t this guy let go of her? What could he possibly want from her? She couldn’t think. All she wanted was for him to let her go without causing a scene.
     
    Genevieve couldn’t say a word; she was frozen and waiting for this man to speak and reveal his intent. She knew screaming would do her no good; the music was far too loud for anyone to hear her over the beat or over the loud conversation and cackling of the others in the room. This was the perfect place to be trapped; her assailant knew it.
     
    “Hey, Senorita,” The man slurred.
     
    As he slurred his words, Genevieve smelled the whiskey on his breath. He had to have had no less than an entire bottle of Jack Daniels. It was putrid. Genevieve was instantly nauseous. She heaved and tried to hold it in. Throwing up wouldn’t help her now. The man still held onto her wrist, gripping it like a vice. 
     
    “Please… Let go of me,”  Genevieve said. She tried to make her voice sounded strong as possible to hide her fear. She wasn’t sure if she was doing a good job of it. The man was unfazed.
     
    He ignored her plea. He was starting to cut off the blood flowing to her fingers. The prickly tingling in Genevieve’s fingertips added to the unpleasantness.
     
    “Pretty lady… You’re so sexy…Whaddya say… Want to go out back and fuck?” He said. 
     
    The man grinned afterwards as if he had made an appealing proposition that Genevieve would gladly accept. Genevieve tried to step back, but the bar was in her way. She was trapped, unable to move, escape or to get anyone’s attention. She didn’t even know if this guy had a weapon. The man was still gripping her arm tightly too.  Her hand already lost all feeling.
     
    Genevieve tried again to use her most powerful voice when she replied, “I don’t think that sounds like a good idea.” She hoped that then when the man saw her disinterest he would leave her alone. All she wanted was to get the hell out of this bar. Genevieve also didn’t want to instigate further so she tried to keep her language neutral but strong.
     
    Of course, this asshole didn’t take the hint. So she tried to pull her hand away again but his grip on her wrist grew even stronger. Her mind was racing. Sometimes in situations like that, the right answer and the right course of action seems obvious to everyone else. But actually thrust into a tricky situation, your ability to think gets turned off. In panic mode your rational self is left behind. All that is left is instinct, and if your instinct fails you, then you have nothing.
     
    But this man didn’t need to be instigated to act aggressively. He was a man on a mission and he didn’t care about Genevieve’s protest. He had hunted her down and he knew he had her within his reach. The man moved closer to her and groped her ass. He squeezed it tightly, massaging her thick flesh. He pulled her close to him as if he were about to kiss her. The smell of whiskey on his breath was all Genevieve could take in. He was too close for her to even get a whiff of clean air. Genevieve was beyond disgusted. This time she had no choice but to scream. She hoped someone would hear her even if it was likely that they wouldn’t.
     
    “Leave me alone!”  Genevieve screamed. 
     
    Again no one heard her, but at least, someone saw what was happening. Genevieve was surprised to see Sam walking towards her with a determined look on his face. He hadn’t heard her, but he was looking for another dance partner when he saw her standing over there looking visibly uncomfortable. He snapped into action.
     
    Sam tapped the drunk man on the shoulder and