What does Tommy do next?
He hesitates
He kept playing with her small breasts and seemed like in trance while he was listening to her nervous breathing.
Emma was shaking. Why is he doing this? He seemed so nice... if even a guy like him is capable to do this, what does that say about my beliefs?
He bend down to kiss her neck, which caused her to gasp a little. And then he looked into her eyes. Her body was shaking, she looked sad and looked back at him with misty eyes.
"You... you don't want this..." he said and seemed surprised.
Emma did not answer.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Tommy asked and pulled his hand away from her quickly, as if he was shocked about his own behaviour. She did not want this and he made her uncomfortable and he felt terrible about it.
With trembling voice she answered "Because i really believe it. I... i believe that people are good. I believe they won't harm another being without their consent."
"But what if you are wrong?" he asked worried.
She took a deep breath and answered "I... don't believe i am wrong".
He smiled down at her and said said "Then i will believe it as well". He reached out to touch her cheek and added "I am sorry. What you are doing here is beautiful and i wish that you will be proven right."
She smiled at him, thinking So maybe i was not wrong? If this turns out as success it might inspire people to be more kind to each other. He turned around to leave and she said softly "Thank you..."
He opened the door and stepped out of the door. Just when he turned around to say goodbye he was rudely pushed to the floor. The man who pushed him snarled at him "Get off, loser" and immediately stepped inside the glass cube, closed the door behind him and grinnsed down at the girl. Emma looked at Tommy who was still shocked and now saw Emma locked in with this rude man.
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