"Ow! What was that for?" he scowled at me when I kicked his groin. Stepping off of him, I watched him curl up like a ball while cupping his manhood.

"That was for touching me!" I answered him, with the highest pitch of my voice.

"I'm here to help you. I'm not gonna hurt you. What is wrong with you?!!" he sneered at me, still curled up like a ball while his other hand stayed with his manhood trying to ease the pain I gave him. Should I run? Or should I stay?

"I'm .." I trailed off. What's my name?

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