—-ᴶᵃᶜᵏ ᑫᵘᶦᶜᵏᶫʸ ˢᶦᶫᵉᶰᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃᶰ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵐ ᵇʸ ᵖᶫᵃᶜᶦᶰᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ⋅ “ᴬʰ⁻ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᴹᶦˢˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵇʸ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᴮᵃˢᵏᵉʳᵛᶦᶫᶫᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰ⁻⁻ ᵃʰ, ᵗᵉᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ᴹᶦˢˢ, ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ᴮᵃˢᵏᵉʳᵛᶦᶫᶫᵉ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᶫᶫ﹖"ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ᵇᶫᶦᶰᵏᵉᵈ ᶦᶰ ᶜᵒᶰᶠᵘˢᶦᵒᶰ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ, ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ, ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶰᵉʷ﹖
The woman had taken a step back from the blonde, as she nervously opened her mouth to yell out, before she felt the man’s hand place over her mouth. She grit her teeth, and glared at him, before she sighed. She had no way to answer, after all since he had a hand over her mouth, that prevented her from speech. She pursed her lips, and sighed, as she calmed down. She would not yell if he removed his hand from her face, but she attempted to push his hand away anyways.