It was a cold, foggy night, a stunned silence stretched across the deserted railway station. The only working yellow light seemed like a stain in the air. There was no hint of life except a black dog that just lumbered past as though it sniffed some danger.
No, wait! There was a dainty figure sitting on a bench. A girl bundled in a black shawl. And then a shadow emerged from the darkness. He stopped, as he spotted the girl. He approached her, hovered around her.
‘Hey!’ The man said and settled beside her.
‘Want to have some fun, huh?’
The girl looked up, clearly uncomfortable. She squirmed and shifted a little.
‘What say? Let’s go somewhere? Maybe inside the train? Nobody will arrive until 4 in the morning. We have time.’ A lecherous smile played on his lips.
The girl rose to her feet and started walking hastily. The man, relentless, followed her with long strides. He caught her with a swift motion. Gripping her elbow, he muttered, ‘I’ll give you money if you want.’
‘No! Please let me go!’ The girl yelled.
‘Oh, come on!’ He pulled her elbow, and the girl’s dainty figure stumbled. Her shrill voice faded in the air.
He almost dragged her to the nearest isolated compartment and pushed her on a seat. The man began to unbutton his shirt, his movements urgent and frantic. His hands barely touched his belt when something shifted in the girl’s body.
The look in her eyes changed, ferocity replacing fear.
She levered herself up with a fluid motion. The man tried to push her again, but something unexpected left him dazed.
The girl clutched his throat, her fingers tightening with brutal force. His eyes protruded as her grip tightened. He tried to remove her hands, but she pushed him on the hard floor with a powerful thrust.
After a few moments, the girl emerged from the compartment, picked up her shawl from the platform, and walked away, leaving the battered body of the man writhing and whimpering on the cold, hard floor of the train.
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