Layla kept trying to fight Sam off, but he seemed stronger than her and she was weak from all the drink that she had consumed so her efforts seemed like she was playing.
She could barely make out his face as everything was becoming blurry. She continued to try to fight him off, but she knew her efforts were futile as he laughed at her and started to kiss her neck.
"G… get of…f me," she managed to say, her speech slurry.
"You heard her, get off her!" A voice came from behind them. The voice sounded angry and familiar, at last someone has come to save her.
Suddenly, she felt a force pull Sam off her and he was thrown to the opposite wall. She heard Sam scream like he was in pain.
