You play along to calm him down.

“Ssh, ssssssh, it’s okay, I’m here. It’s Mallory…” you say, calmly reaching a hand out.

It didn’t feel as strange as you thought it would to say such a thing. Mallory… It fit a bit better with how you were at the moment…

“M-Mallory…? Is it really you?” he utters, the shock plain to hear.

“Yes, it’s me, but you need to be quiet, okay? Very quiet…”

You use the sweetest tone you can, your voice turning to silk. You hope your voice is close enough that he won't notice in his **** state. You can only guess Mallory was quite close to him, perhaps a lover? Given his situation and his ramblings, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was related. You wonder what their relationship may have been like and just how involved they were for him to-

You feel a rush of movement, the smell of booze wafting over you again as a large form envelopes you. You strain to keep your balance, a significant weight threatening to tip you over.

“Mallory…” he whispers, his breath caressing your neck, “How long it’s been…”

His arms are wrapped around you, clutching your body to his in a perverse bear-hug. You can barely move yours, only just managing to put a hand on his shoulder as it pressed between you. You push, trying to create any space at all, but weaken as his lips start exploring your neck. The heat of his breath flows across your neck and along your chin, and each spot he kisses leaves behind a sensation you can't even begin to describe. His hands clutch at your clothes, stretching them to their limit. Tension plays at your neck, your shoulders, your waist, the tightening fabric eliciting a curious satisfaction as it constricts against you. Your thighs tense, knees rubbing together as what you felt in the gas-station comes roaring back. That knot that has been with you ever since walking into the city begins to tighten once more as well, and your head lulls back as his lips dance across you...

Laughter from outside. Who was that? What were they doing out there…? Your mind claws back to reality and your eyes snap wide as a gasp escapes your lips…

“No, ah- stop, I’m not Ma-aaaaah~”

He nips at your neck, the subtle pain transforming into pleasure. His fingers find the edge of your shirt and you feel his bare arm snake up your back, his coarse skin irritatingly delightful as he fiddles with your bra strap.

“I’m so happy… to have you again…” he mumbles out between kisses, leaving more and more saliva on your chin and neck.

Should you have played into… whatever this is? You know you should be fighting this, breaking free from this man’s attentions, but… that requires so much effort. Why run out into the unknown and away from something that feels so wonderful…?