No time to cry

Loraine wept her eyes out with her face buried in her legs. She was objectified, humiliated, blackmailed, nearly ****, and now her ass was so sore, she could barely walk anymore. Was this going to be the rest of her life? An never-ending series of misery?

"Hey!" a loud voice shouted near her. She looked up, only to be greeted by a blinding flash. It was Marc Laurent, snapping a picture of her bleared eyes. "Guess you're not that tough after all, are you now?"

Loraine couldn't even speak anymore. She just grabbed a huge rock and threw it at his head. He bled from his head, and was somewhat disorientated. She leaped at him, and just started punching him. She screamed and yelled like a savage. She just lost it. How could someone do this to her at her lowest.

But just as that happened, she heard a police car come around the corner. She couldn't afford to be in even more trouble than she was already. And she was very easily identifiable. She fled inside the shopping mall, and would hide in one of the stores.