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Schlatt gets a little...Out of hand when he's drunk. He's not necessarily louder, he's just more bold and has less of a filter. If that's even possible. You didn't think anything of it the first few times. That was until he started turning his attention towards you. He pressed closer to you and you thought he was just messing around. But you couldn't deny you disliked being caged against a corner and having the other man right up against you.
"You're the prettiest fucking girl," He murmured out to you and your heart stopped in your throat. He'd never been mean to you like that before. Your mind told you he had to be confusing you with someone else or just unsure of what he was saying. You immediately protested, reminded him you were a man and you wanted to be let go. But you felt worse when he snorted out a soft laugh. "You're nothing but a dumb broad," He continued and moved closer.
"Get away from me," You snapped out and tried to press your hands to his chest. If you could shove him, he'd probably lose his balance. But you couldn't. He moved quicker than you could and caged you against the wall entirely. You didn't know how nobody was stepping in, but your words caught in your throat. Honestly, you didn't feel like you could find the words to call for help. Even as his hands slipped up under your shirt. "Please," You whispered out finally.
"Feel this?" He murmured as he breathed against your neck. He reeked of alcohol and you didn't think you could ever smell whiskey again. "You've got fantastic tits," The word made you want to throw up, trying to pull away from the rough hands groping your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling of how hard he was as he rutted against you, but you couldn't push the thought out of your mind. Though, his words caught your attention more. "Stupid bitch."