Biker Pulled My Attacker Off Me Then Stayed All Night To Make Sure I Was Okay!

I never expected my life to split into a clear before and after on an ordinary Tuesday night. It happened in a concrete parking garage, under flickering fluorescent lights, after an eleven-hour nursing shift that had already drained every ounce of energy I had left.

I was halfway to my car, keys threaded between my fingers the way nurses learn to do, when arms locked around me from behind. A hand crushed over my mouth. My feet barely touched the ground as I was dragged backward toward the stairwell. The smell of sweat and something sour filled my nose. My mind went terrifyingly blank.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t twist free. He was stronger, heavier, and knew exactly what he was doing. The world narrowed to panic and the scrape of my shoes against concrete.

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