Hannah

My friends always told me to make the first move in a fight, but Nikki responded by the time I’d taken a couple of steps. She was now running forward at me. I swung a wild fist, which missed hopelessly.

She caught me by a surprise with a wicked slap to the face. I was in shock as I clutched my cheek. It stopped my momentum in its tracks. She then hit me with a hammer blow that got me on the top of my head. I put my hands up to try to cover up, expecting Nikki to hit me again.

Instead, Nikki gave me a massive shove. It took me off balance and my legs became tangled up as I fell to the ground.

I was on my behind and I could hear everyone shouting around me. Encouragement from my friends and jeers from Nikki’s. I’d lost control of everything, and the fight had only been going a few seconds. I was already looking like I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

Nikki took me by the collar of my white t-shirt and started wrenching at it. I thought she was trying to **** me with it, but then I had a horrible feeling that she was trying to strip me!

The shirt started to rise up my body showing my black vest top. I couldn’t fight it and soon it was around my neck. She now moved to start **** me with it and I was gasping for air. What had I gotten myself into?

I fought to keep my shirt on, but Nikki only started dragging me along the freshly cut grass. It only took seconds before my shirt was off and my vest top was on display. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Nikki had turned this into a strip fight.

It dawned on me that she’d lured me here to humiliate me. I was so glad that I’d worn layers that day or I don’t know what would have happened. The idea of being stripped at all was mortifying.

I only had a momentary respite to process what had happened and what my next move would be.