"I'm not going anywhere with you. Are you crazy?" I cried.
"You don't have a choice, young lady," he said and tried to drag me to a car.
"Stop!" I screamed and kicked my foot at him and hit his leg in the process. Too bad. I was aiming for his crotch.
"You little b***h!" he said and slapped me on the face.
My cheeks stung. Tears started to roll out of my eyes. I think he hurt my pride more than my face, though. Old perverted bastard.
I started to struggle with him. There I was no way I'm allowing someone to kidnap me again. I freed one of my hands from him and threw a punch, which landed on his face. He recovered quickly and grabbed me with both of his arms, locking me into a tight hug.
"I've had enough of you misbehaving. Your father didn't teach you a proper manner but don't worry,
