Her stomach dropped at the sight of him; out of instinct, she tried to crawl away from him but she felt his meaty hands grab her at the waist. He hauled her to her feet.
"Let go of me!" she demanded, panicked, as she tried to push out of his grasp.
He merely shoved her into the nearby bathroom. Once inside, she stumbled and fell to the tiled floor. Searing pain spread through her ankle; Myrtle tried to scramble to her feet but she could only whimper in pain as she tried.
"Stay away from me." she cried out in fear as he stalked over toward her; she crawled backward, not wanting to turn her back to him.
"Come on Moaning Myrtle," he chuckled cruelly as he hauled her to her feet again. "Don't you want to play?"
"No!" she screamed as he pushed her against the cold brick of the bathroom wall. She tried to struggle out of his arms but he would not let her go.
She tried to fight, but it was futile. She could not stop him as he stole what was not his to take. Myrtle felt worthless. She felt alone. She wanted to die.