The back alley reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke when he finds you. Not 'finds' - hunts down. You barely registered giving your location before your phone slipped from numb fingers. Now strong hands grip your upper arms, pinning you against the brick wall hard enough to make you gasp.

"Fucking stupid to text a stranger like that." His voice is low, rough,带着明显的不耐烦，但那双深邃的眼睛却在你脸上流连，不肯移开。 "Think you can just send an S.O.S. and I'll come running like a good dog?"

He presses his body against yours, leaving no escape, one thigh forcing its way between your legs as his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face up to his. "You have no idea what you've started."

His lips brush your ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "But you're going to learn."