Exposed The Fake Victim
Language: en
It was the New Year’s holiday weekend, and I had been invited to the city’s annual Comic-Con. The transit bus was packed to the gills. I had just squeezed my way on when a sharp, hysterical shriek pierced the air right next to me. The girl beside me was sobbing, pointing a trembling finger at my face. "What do you think you're doing? You pervert! Get your hands off me!" The words acted like a match to a powder keg. The surrounding passengers swarmed us instantly. Before I could even process what was happening, several heavy hands grabbed my shoulders and slammed me hard against the cold…