Layla at the park

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
When a drunken man trys to put the moves on Layla she fights back, but with something supernatural

Submitted: July 13, 2012

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\"Hey little missy,\" he said. I felt his fingers trailing up the side of my bare thigh, with the  uncomfortable scratch of his fingernails.\"Do you wanna have some fun tonight?\" he voice slurred. What a dumb drunk. His hot breath laced with the stench of alcohol. His fingers began to deepen and raise higher up my thighs. My body stiffened and my hands clenched.\"Relax, you don't need to worry.\" he replied to my reaction and silence.Relax, I thought, I closed my eyes and arched my neck from side to side, finding my calm.Relax, relax.... He chuckled, thinking I was actually going along with him. His fingers reached the waistband of my shorts and underwear. He tugged on it as he sloppily kissed my still arched neck.I tilted my head to the side as I found my calm. Finally, I mentally sighed. I exhaled as he chuckled again thinking he was actually giving me pleasure with his disgusting mouth.\"Maybe we can go somewhere and be alone, and maybe...\"My eyes snapped open, as I tuned him out, my breathing calm and steady. My hand raised as my fingers trailed up his arm. He shivered  and gave a low groan. My finger traveled over his arm, neck, and now into his hair. I gave it a slight tug and grabbed a fistful.Idiot, I thought, he was too drunk and too horny to realized my fistful and danger. This time I tugged a little harder and his eyes snapped open.\"Oww,\" he reached up to his hair. Before his fingers even pasted his jawline, I slammed his face down hard into my raised knee. Breaking his nose instantly from the impact.He slowly fell limp on to the ground, face first. I stood up and reached down to flip him over and straddled him. He gave a groan in pain as I slapped his face hard, waking him. After the second slap and me shaking him he stirred and woke up.\"What the hell!\" he looked up at me and was about to let out a string of profanity when I hushed him with my finger.\"Shh...\" I hushed him calmly as I leaned down so my forehead was pressed against his. My hand pressed up against his mouth.  This was probably his dirty little fantasy, waking up to find a \"innocent\" young girl straddling him. He stared up at me as I spoke his words back to him softly, \"Relax, don't worry.\"I reached up to trail my finger lightly over the side of his face, my other hand still at his mouth. I leaned to the side and whispered into his ear, \"If you speak a word or even scream, I swear to you this is going to end badly.\" I straightened up as my bones began to shift and my back cracked and arched. Breathing in and out, I readied myself for release, for the heavenly feel of freedom. At last my wings popped out.\"I lied,\" I told him. His Eyes widened and filled in with fear, as he tried to frantically get out from under me, which is impossible.\"It always ends badly.\" I finished as I ripped out his throat and began to feed off  him. 


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