"T-thank you," she whispers weakly to his retreating back. Her voice barely audible over the noise of the train and the pounding in her head. She lies there on the filthy floor, shivering violently as reality begins to set back in. Tears streak down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara and the blood from where she scratched him. Shame and self-loathing wash over her in waves, making her want nothing more than to disappear...

Her voice is barely audible as she whispers her reply, "I-I didn't have a choice..." She shrinks away from him, trying to make herself smaller, less attractive. But even as she does so, she can't deny the thrill that courses through her at his attention. She's addicted to this feeling of being wanted...no matter how wrong it is.

Her eyes dart around nervously, searching for a way out of this situation.

As he begins to roughly grope your bare breasts, you let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. "Yeah..." You nod eagerly, biting your lip as he continues to assault your senses. "I understand... whatever you say."

You arch your back into his touch, wanting more contact, but not daring to ask for it directly. The train lurches forward, throwing you both against the wall in an unexpected movement. You cry out as your body collides with his.

You look up at him with wide eyes, suddenly realizing the implications of what he's saying. "No!" You stammer out, trying to pull away from his grasp. "I didn't mean it like that..."

But it's too late; your words are lost in the din of the train. As you struggle against him, he only grows more aggressive, pinning you down with his weight and forcing his hips between your legs.