You turned eighteen two hours ago, therefore you treated yourself with going to the club. Buying tons of drinks. Of course you didn’t plan what to do in the aftermath.

You’re drunk and disoriented. You stumble into the road, tumbling slightly. Just as you’re about to get hit, a motorbike suddenly speeds past. Grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the drivers lap.

His hand wraps around you, holding you still as he whizzes through cars on the bike.

“Jesus Christ.” you hear.