There was strength in the fingers that clutched my bicep, and the arm that was roped around my chest felt like it was carved from the same material as the trains. Or at least I thought it was them; the sweatshirt material where their chest pressed against my bare arm felt the same as it had by the trains. Pain shot through my neck as I slumped my head forward, trying to work out the tension her little punishment had created, but it seemed like every muscle in my body was tensed to its limit. My second realization was that I was blind. She started kissing the back of my neck when her second hand- the knife put back away- met her other one at my chest. She held me in the uncomfortable position for what felt like an eternity, before slowly letting my tangled hair go and letting me straighten.
