One Second We Were Talking, The Next She Was Gagging

In a dimly lit bar, she was innocently sipping her drink when he approached. They struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly, their bodies brushing against each other as they talked. Suddenly, his demeanor changed; his hands gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head back to expose her supple neck. He growled something incoherent, his breath hot against her skin. Before she could process what was happening, his rough hands were on her shirt, ripping it apart to reveal her lace-covered breasts. He didn't waste time, plunging his mouth onto one erect nipple while his free hand roughly grabbed the other, twisting it savagely. She gasped in pain, her body arching involuntarily as he bit down harder. With one swift movement, he pushed her roughly onto the dirty floor, his pants already around his ankles as he took hold of her hair and forced her head towards his groin.