Venus sucked in her breath in fear—and pain—as Walter got into her face, his expression murderous. His grip on her arm was crushing, and he’d flung off his date to free up his other hand.
Her glance skittered at that hand, which was now balled into a fist, and he lifted it. Oh shittt! This b***h ass man was going to hit me right here and right now and there was nothing I could do about it. She thought. She tried once more to pull out of his grip, but her efforts were futile. He was stronger than her, despite his puny appearance. Out of options, she began struggling wildly, her eyes darting around the room, pleading for someone—anyone—to intervene. She prayed there was someone willing to help her and that people did not just automatically assume they were into some sort of sadist s**t.
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