Nope

Your legs get weak and you stumble, Jack desperately trying to pull you away. You try to get your feet under you, but it's no use. The two of you barely even get halfway down the block before you feel a hand wrap around your arm. A shocked yelp escapes your lips, and you twist around to see a ruddy bearded face, twisted in rage underneath a grimy Seahawks cap.

The CHUD jerks you back and your other arm is torn from Jack's grasp. He gives one last fearful look back at your hopeless situation before sprinting down the street after the rest of the fleeing protesters. The man holding you spins you around to face him and grabs your other arm.

"HaHA! Looks like we caught ourselves a li'l antifa bitch! Look at you!" He whistles as he looks you up and down, his eyes resting on your breasts and wrinkling mockingly at your dyed hair. "You look like a real alt-left feminazi manhater. Boy it's nice to finally get my hands on one a you!"

He emphasizes his last sentence by releasing your left arm and running his hand possessively down your body, giving your ass a good squeeze.

You try to find your voice, but the truth is you're terrified as the crowd of anti-feminists closes in on you. "H-hey... fuck- lemme the fuck go!" You weakly swing your free arm, trying to push free, but another man comes up from behind and grabs it, pulling it sharply behind you. "Ah-k!" your pained cry is cut short as the same man wraps an arm around your neck.

You're in deep shit, and you know it. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you can't get your breath. You pull against the restraining arms, but it's no use. Your knees start to shake. You feel weak, but it isn't just fear.

It's something more.