Punch him square in the nose. "No one gets to treat me like that. He’s about to learn the hard way."

I reacted on instinct, my hand flying up to connect with his face. I heard the satisfying crunch of cartilage as my fist connected with his nose, saw the surprise in his eyes as he reeled back, his hands flying to his face.

I used all my strength to push him off me, my arms shoving at his chest as I squirmed out from underneath him. I didn't stop to think, didn't stop to process what had just happened. I was on my feet in an instant, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked down at him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "What the fuck, Deion?" I spat, my voice shaking with anger and adrenaline. "I said no, and you ignored me. You tried **** me. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?"

I watched as he looked up at me, his nose already starting to swell, blood pouring down his face. I didn't hesitate, didn't think twice. I lifted my leg, my foot connecting with his face in a swift, powerful kick. I heard the crunch of bone, heard his cry of pain as he fell back onto the bed, his hands flying to his face. "You fucking bitch," he spat, his voice muffled by his hands. "You'll pay for that."

I didn't waste a moment. I scooped up my clothes and shoes, and grabbed his clothes too, just in case. I didn't want him following me, didn't want to give him the chance. I ran for the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I fumbled with the lock, my hands shaking as I turned the key and slipped out into the cool night air.

I leaned against the rough wall of the stairwell, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I quickly pulled on my skinny jeans and top. I could hear him pounding on the door, could hear his angry shouts, but I didn't stop, didn't pause. I needed to get out of there, needed to put as much distance between us as possible. I dashed down the rest of the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped out into the cool night air of the parking lot. I finished dressing, pulling on my shoes and jacket, before grabbing his clothes and hurling them as far as I could towards the dumpster. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I pulled out my phone, relief washing over me as I saw that it was still in my pocket. "Ohh, good!," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I turned and walked away, leaving him and that seedy motel behind me.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. One moment, I had been on the brink of giving in, of throwing caution to the wind and giving him what he wanted. And the next, I had been fighting for my life, fighting to protect myself, to protect my body. I could still feel his hands on me, still feel the weight of his body as he had **** me down onto the mattress. But I could also feel something else, something that made my heart swell with pride. I had fought back. I had won. And as I looked down at my trembling hands, at the blood that still coated my knuckles, I couldn't help but smile. I had protected myself. I had walked away. And I kicked his ass.