A rescue

The man had Tracy's wrist in his hand as he **** him to slide his fingers underneath his shorts while Tracy tried to pull away. Tracy was having a hard time concentrating on the situation but he knew something was wrong. He pulled away and stumbled to the door. He tugs at it before getting his head clear enough to understand that it's locked. He twists the lock and just barely gets the door open before the man grabs him.

"Don't be like that, babe. We are having a good time," he said forcefully.

The man pulls at Tracy but the door is already open and the two of them tumble to the ground. The door swings open and causes a loud bang as it hits the wall, chipping the paint. Tracy rolled along the floor, cracking his head on the leg of a table. The man pawed at Tracy's leg as he attempted to crawl back to the exit.

"Get off her," shouted a brown haired man running into the room.

Tracy's attacker let go allowing him to get to his feet and get to this stranger. He grabbed onto him, needing support to stand. With everything that had happened to him already, he was having a hard time staying conscious. The brown haired man looked at the attacker and back to Tracy trying to decide what to do next. It didn't take him long to pick up Tracy into his arms and make a mental note of the room number. Tracy wrapped his arms around the man's neck, not wanting to fall as they took off down the stairs together.

His head felt too heavy to keep up, ending up resting it on the shoulder of his rescuer. It took everything he had but he was able to stay awake long enough to get to their destination.