"You are a worthless whore." He spoke in a quiet, hushed voice, small drops of spit escaping his mouth with every word. "You don't get the privilege in telling me no." His right hand was pushed against his girlfriend's left shoulder while his left hand was clasped over her mouth. Her body was pressed up against a brick wall in the shadows behind a pub. The man's once styled blond hair was now tousled over his right eye, and his Calvin Klein Cologne was masked by the scent of whiskey.
There was obvious fear in her eyes, but the once will to fight back had fled long ago. She knew if she stood silent and let her boyfriend finish with what he wanted to do that everything would be less painful and over quicker. Her dark chestnut hair that was tied neatly in a bun earlier had fallen out leaving her hair tangled down her back.
The man released his right hand from her shoulder but only to apply his elbow against her neck. The girl made a gagging noise through his fingers as the pressure of his elbow pushed on her throat harder.
Both the man and women twisted their attention to the back door, 30 feet from where they were standing, open and then shut. A tall man quietly lit a cigarette, leaning against the brick building.
The man with the girl loosened up his elbow, but applied more force over her mouth, hoping to keep the girl quiet. The two of them were far enough away, and hidden in the shadows of the dumpster that the man smoking might never see them.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes passed by, the girl never taking her eyes off of the man smoking. He eventually took one last inhale of the cigarette, about to flick it and retreat back inside when he heard a bottle gently roll across the pavement beside the man and women.
"Hey, what's going on over there?" He flicked his cigarette, the flame extinguishing as it hit the wet pavement. It only took him three steps to figure out what was going on. "Take your hands off of her!" His British accent roared from his mouth. He ran the rest of the way until standing in front of the man who had released the girl from his grip.
"Stay out of this before you get hurt pretty boy." The boyfriend's thick New York accent filled the night sky, he was shorter then the other man, but was built much larger. "Just walk quietly back into the pub."
"Fuck-off! You never should touch a lady like that!" The British man bellowed placing his hands on the man shoulders and shoving him. The boyfriend shoved back ignoring his girlfriend behind him who decided to not stick around to see what happened. She quickly slipped past the two men and entered the pub. Before the New York man had time to react he felt a fist ram into his jaw, and then into his temple. He fell hard onto the pavement.
The British man skimmed the area for the girl, while dialing the police on his mobile. He left the man out cold on the ground next to the dumpster and ran into the pub. "Yes, hello, I want to report an incident I witnessed at Bart's over in Chelsea." The man scanned the pub looking everywhere for the women he so badly wanted to help. "There is a man behind Bart's knocked out, where I witnessed him attacking a women." After answering a few more questions the man hung up his phone and waited for the arrival of the police.