As he gazed at me from across the table, filled with anguish, it instilled fear within me. Thoughts began to circle my mind- "what has gone wrong? What have I done?" Immediately, he stood up, grabbed my left arm and dragged me out of the restaurant, 'La Pierre'. The next moment, I felt the tinge of pain in my head, not realizing he was holding onto my hair, pulling.
Crowds were starting to form, jaw-dropped, helpless. Some even took out their phones and started recording. I hate being embarrassed. My subconscious told me to fight back but I know how pointless it will be even if I did. fight Dave, fight him! My subconscious was roaring. I gathered my courage and tried fighting back, and he held me down with the enormous strength he possessed, swept one of my legs and I fell to the ground. Instantaneously, he got hold of the nearest brick and hit me hard on my head, and slowly, my eyes closed, darkness clouded me. I could hear people yelling, but I was lying there, unconscious.
I lost my senses. I was motionless...
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