#williamc

“And he kept his cigarette lit the entire time, even through all of the pulsating pleasure.” You read outloud, giggling at some of the words that were being used.

At pulsating, William started to cough up the smoke that he had been inhaling, completely surprised by it too. “Pulsating pleasure?” He asked.

“That’s what it says.” You told him, holding up your phone so that he could read it.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He questioned, contemplating on it. Trying to picture it, obviously.

The man held the knife at your throat and told you to be silent. You tried to be, you really did, but there was some hope after all. The smell of cigarette smoke lingered towards you and you called out for help quickly before this mugger could stop you.

A man turned the corner and stopped as he saw you in your predicament. The mugger threatened to cut your throat if this man stepped any closer. But the man did step forward, his body in a defensive position, looking like he was ready to throw down punches any second. The cigarette didn’t even leave his mouth, the smoke was blowing out from his nostrils.

The mugger had not been expecting this clearly. In his shock, he knicked your neck a little with the knife, and then took off running, completely forgetting about the wallet that you had in your hands and were going to hang over. You bent over and sighed with relief as you no longer felt touched and violated. Having a knife at your throat was never a good feeling.