(Arata)
He tried again to bang my head against the wall and this time, I slightly tilted my body to save myself. His other hand grabbed the back of my gown, and I heard a tearing sound.
No, fucking, no.
The thick fabric tore from my shoulder, exposing it and the upper part of my breast. A little more and my whole breast would have spilled out.
This was it.
'Asshole! This gown was special, my boss had it specially designed and created just for me,' I thought to myself.
My temper rose to the surface temperature of planet Venus.
My enraged eyes found him and the fucker was smirking as if he had climbed Mount Everest.
I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his hideous face. He had messed with the wrong girl.
Fisting my hand, I aimed and landed a punch right at his temple. I wished to use more force but the confined space had my movements restricted.
