Attack

(Camilla’s POV) “What the fuck are you saying?!” I angrily blurted as I tried to withdraw my arm from his tight grip. He didn't let go of me. He even squeezed my arm to hurt me worse. I ended up grunting in pain, while he looked at me with those blank eyes like he was enjoying it. My mind raced, searching for a way out, but before I knew it, Lester lunged at me. His hands were rough and uncoordinated as they grabbed me, but his strength was still overpowering. I gasped as he shoved me against the kitchen counter, the edge digging painfully into my back. “Get off me!” I shouted, trying to push him away, but Lester’s grip tightened. “You’re not getting away this time,” he growled, his breath hot and sour with the stench of alcohol. He fucking lost his mind!!! My instincts kicked in, and I reacted with the skills I had honed in my Muay Thai lessons. I drove my knee up into Lester’s stomach with all my might, then followed with an elbow to his jaw. The blows were solid, and for a moment, I