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.

The cyberbullying buried me. The three men showed up wherever I went, day after day, making sure I knew they could find me.

I stared at their personal information and smiled without a sound.

If they didn't want this settled quietly, then we'd burn it all down together.

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I was waiting at the red light when I heard tires screech behind me.

A black sedan skidded to a stop at an angle just behind my bike.

Three doors swung open and three men spilled out, reeking of alcohol.

The one in front was bald, somewhere around forty, a beer gut straining his shirt.

Before I could react, he charged up and grabbed my ass:

"Whoa, girl—that's a serious bike. My bad, my bad. Old guy like me, bad eyes, grabbed the wrong thing. Don't get upset."

I clenched my teeth and said nothing.

I shifted the bike left, trying to put some distance between us.

The blond one followed. His dirty hand came down hard on the back of my seat with a slap.

"Let me take her for a spin, yeah? I'll give you a ride. Gotta be boring out here all by yourself."

Blood rushed to my head. I shouted:

"Stay the hell away from me! Don't touch me!"

Before the echo died, the one with sleeve tattoos circled around to the left side of my bike and pressed his whole body against me.

A hand reeking of booze dug into my waist: