"Are you hurt?" Mark ran quickly to her side, holding her. She looked up at him, trying to search his face if he was really the one.
Mark looked at her, worry etched on to his face. He stretched out his hand to her. Agatha tentatively stretched out her hand to him, but just as their fingers were about to touch, he withdrew his hand and laughed maniacally.
Surprised, Agatha stared at him questioningly.
"Were you really expecting Mark to come and save you?" He knelt down to her level and held her at the back of her neck.
"I'm the one here now and I'm going to take what Mark was actually afraid of taking." After saying that, he attacked her with his lips and tried to force his way into her mouth.
Agatha closed her lips tight as she struggled against him. It was a matter of who was stronger and Mark proved to be stronger.
Just as Agatha thought she had lost and was going to give in to the brutal assault on her lips, Mark withdrew himself forcefully and looked at her painfully.
