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Chapter 8 by Nathaniel Keam Nathaniel Keam

Can Hannah Turn the Tables?

No

Nikki didn’t go to take my track pants off, like I thought she would. She left them at my ankles. I used the opportunity to get away.

I tried to get up and roll away, I tripped over them and went flying forward, my chin hitting the grass again, eliciting roaring laughter from Nikki’s side.

That was another big mistake.

“You’re going to pay for everything, Hannah!”

I was still dizzy from Nikki’s **** and couldn’t respond. My only thoughts were getting out of this embarrassing situation and turning the tables on Nikki.

I crawled away on my front, trying to get some distance between us. But I barely made it a few feet before I felt Nikki running towards me.

She jumped on top of me and started to tear at my vest top from the back. I screamed in desperation. Screamed for anything that could save me from my exposure. She practically ripped the flimsy material down the back. I felt my too loosen and felt the chill of my pale skin being ruthlessly exposed by this mad teen.

Then I felt the clasp of my BLACK bra break at the back. My hands instantly flew across my chest, praying that nothing would be exposed. I could hear the animalistic grunts of Nikki’s determination from behind me.

I didn’t dare try to fight back as she tore the last of the material away. Thankfully, my bra remained in place, but now it was me on the receiving end. It wasn’t so fun anymore.

Down to my bra, my shorts, and with my track pants at my ankles I knew I was in trouble. Soon I might be the one with my underwear on show, or worse.

The looks of concern on my friend’s faces a story I didn’t want to read for long.

I was close to begging her to leave me alone then, but I think deep down I knew I deserved this. I’d taken it one step further. She wouldn’t stop now.

I had to fight back. I had to save myself and win this battle.

Who Takes Control?

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