On The Rag

"Don't even come nearer!" Rosella exclaimed when she saw that he had doubled his steps while he approached her.

He stopped for a moment and narrowed his eyes as if he just found something he had been blind to notice, "You don't mean to use me, do you?"

Rosella blinked, hearing the truth from him and then she shook her head, "Of course, no but I am not ready now. I have been beaten up and...I might collapse."

"I won't mind. I am used to women going unconscious out of fatigue, as long as you don't end up permanently dying."

"I might!" Rosella's voice was hoarse as she mentioned. The thought of him sleeping with her didn't balance in mind outrightly. She walked backwards again as his steps prolonged. This man wasn't even ashamed. How could he even think of doing something like this outside? They were still outside and though the place they were was so quiet, it didn't mean someone couldn't just walk by and see them.

"You might?" He laughed. "You are very funny, I say."