Anger etched on my brows and I bit my lips. I couldn't believe that I was still standing and letting him take it from me. I, the one who stopping people from taking advantage of my friends, was letting this happen to me.
'Escape,' my mind reminded me. 'Do it!'
When his hand started to slide under the chemise to get underneath it, I didn't wait to act victim again. I slammed his chest with my hand.
"Argh!" he screamed, clutching his bleeding wound as my long case knife pierced his skin. "You..."
He couldn't complete his sentence as I took out the knife, making him yelp in agony again. I watched him bleed, without a care of how deep the wound was for him to stay alive. I knew that the knife didn't reach his heart so that would be enough to let him, unfortunately.
