After They Harassed Me on My Motorcycle, I Made Them KneelChapter 1
I was on my motorcycle, stopped at a red light, when a man rushed up and grabbed my ass.
"Hey, nice bike. My bad—didn't mean to grab that. Don't be mad."
I flinched away.
Another one—bleached-blond hair—stepped out in front of my bike and blocked me in.
"Let me take her for a spin, yeah? I'll give you a ride. Gotta be boring out here all by yourself."
My face went cold. I raised my voice:
"Back off. Don't touch me!"
The words had barely left my mouth when a third man crowded in, close enough that his body was almost pressed against mine:
"What are you running from? We don't bite. We just saw a girl riding a big bike like this and thought, damn, that's impressive. Just wanna get to know you."
I screamed at every car around me for help. Windows cracked open—and every face just looked annoyed, like I was the one holding up their night.
I spotted a gap, clenched my teeth, and rode through it before it closed.
I put everything online. I thought people would see the truth. What came back were sexually degrading rumors with my name attached.