Victor A Ayala

Come Walk with Me Victor A Ayala

Elsa was almost to the rear of her car on the driver's side when she stopped thinking of what she was going to do when she got home She fingered the key in her hand making sure the it was the one which would open her car door. It was. The key was almost to the door lock when she heard a sound behind her. She started to turn. The blow to the side of her head spun her around and knocked her to the asphalt pavement. She was dazed as she raised herself to her elbows, scraping them as she did so. She could barely make out the features of a man who was looking down at her, he was smiling. The man was still smiling as he leaned down and struck her. Her eyes glazed over from the blow she received. Warm blood poured down and over her mouth and neck. Through pure will power she forced herself to focus on her assailant. His pants were unbuckled and his shorts were coming down. She didn't hesitate. She reared back, bringing her knees up to her chest. All the assailant saw was a flash of her naked thighs between garter belt and white stockings before feeling the excruciating pain of his testicles being kicked back into from where they had descended years before. She got to her feet and ran as fast as her bruised body would allow.