He was too strong for her to withstand, he dragged her to the ground with ease. Ripping her hair, while this was in motion. She struggled but he was just too strong. His breath reeked of stale beer, giving her the urge to vomit. He had his hand over mouth tasting his sweaty palms. She begged for it to end. He had no intentions of stopping. She heard footsteps outside the door. She kicked the chair that was leaning against the door during the struggle at the beginning. It was no use. At this moment she was questioning whether or not she would be able to endure this encounter.