Fight.... (And lose....)

As the large man lunges toward you, you swing your foot up sharply, aiming directly at his crotch. He seems to have been expecting it unfortunatly, and turns his thigh inward, catching the brunt of the blow on it. The impact still hurts, but the groan of pain is not the howl of agony that you were hoping for.

Eddie's hand whips downward to catch at your raised foot. His fingers wrap around your ankle, and he pulls, yanking you off balance. You tumble forward, twisting to the left at an odd angle. Your hands fling out in an attempt to regain your balance, and that is when you realize that he has grabbed one of them with his free hand. You are delighted when his grip on your ankle slackens, and a brief hope fills your soul, when you hear the clack of what feels like metal around the hand he holds.

You push against the floor with your free hand, before you feel the overwhelming weight of Eddie's body on your back. Before you know it, your hand is seized and yanked around to your back, your face pressed into the floor. You struggle in vain for a moment, when the metal sound again rings throughout the store. Your hands have been secured, and there is nothing you can do about it.

The weight on your back abates, and you are pulled upwards by your hands. You struggle to regain your feet, as you are spun around to face Eddie, his face now grinning widely.

"Bad move, Bitch." he growls into your face, before giving you a light slap. It stings, but it clearly was not meant to leave a bruise. He pulls on your arm, dragging you towards the entrance to the sporting goods store.

"The Colonel is going to be really happy to see you." He smiles, his eyes once again roaming your figure. His hand strokes at your breast, bringing unwanted pleasure to your nipple.