“Up-front payment,” he repeats, swiping his hand beneath my coat and grabbing at my breast
I whimper and try to go limp, sinking towards the floor to escape him, but he pins me to the wall
“It’ll be quick,” he growls. “No one will see.”I pinch my legs closed and shove at his chest, but I can feel how useless it is. He’s too big and too
strong, and even if I do fight him off, I have nowhere to go.
Shame slides through me like a snake, tangling itself around my limbs and my mind and my heart.Shame holds me still and keeps me quiet as the nameless clerk’s sweaty hands slide under my shirttowards my chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for it to be over soon.“Bol’she ne nado!”The clerk and I both freeze at the sound of the deep foreign voice. Then, slowly, the clerk turns
