She struggled to push him away. The man with gray hair was strong and tall.
He was nice when they were on the train, he held doors for her because she was seconds late for the train. They had a casual conversation and he seemed smart and funny. She found out they needed to exit at the same stop… or she told him first what her station was. They both exited and he suggested her to go together because it was not safe to be alone, this area known as a dangerous one. She agreed and they went down to the tunnel. She soon noticed he was walking behind her and the moment she turned around he attacked. He held her to the wall and covered her mouth with his big hand. He was drugging her to the left part where was no light and a dead end. Couple times she freed from his hand and screamed but on the second time he punched her in the stomach, and she set on the ground. He kicked her with his foot and punched again in her head. She sank down the ground and he set on her holding her arms up to the ground. She couldn't take a breath opening her mouth without a sound. He held one of his arms up getting ready to punch again, she closed her eyes. All over sudden he made uncomfortable noise and jumped up.
But he never had a chance to fully understand what was happening to him. Justice knocked him down with the empty bottle of whiskey. The first time she smashed it on his head, and he jumped up and left the woman lying down. The bottle shattered in pieces leaving sharp edges. Justice didn't think twice all her ager went down this bottle and she pushed it right in his face. He didn't cover it with hands, so the sharp bottle went straight to his eye and half of the cheek, the next push went to the throat and the next one too. Over and over again Justice was smashing the sharp bottle in the throat of the rapist. He panicked but couldn't scream he was trying to cover his bleeding throat. Blood overrun the front of his jacket, shirt which was under it and his hands. He lay down on the ground coughing with open mouth and the tongue sticking out. Justice's left hand was covered in his blood, but she didn't stop she smashed her knees on the ground next to him and drilled the rest of the bottle into his chest punching it deeper and deeper inside the flesh. The time it was over man's blood came out from the inside through the bottleneck sticking out from his chest.
Justice was staying there in the darkness watching man's blood fountaining from his chest. Her dress, her cape and her boots were bloody pink and smelly. She remembered the woman but there was nobody; she got away the first chance she got. Justice didn't blame her she would probably do the same in this situation. The next train came shaking the tunnel and creaking wheels on the metal of the train tracks. Justice got scared for a moment that somebody could exit this station but this one was the last one so nobody showed up in the tunnel.
She walked outside on the street. The rain was extremely heavy and strong wind pushed garbage cans around the empty street. There was only one place to hide but Justice was afraid to go to that rout.