“Mmmmmph!” was all that came from Nicole’s mouth as the attacker slipped a rag to her mouth as he engulfed her in his other arm. Nicole Charbonneau was not petite in stature, but this attacker was taller than she and bigger in build. Nicole quickly noticed on her first short intake of breath after her muffled scream a sweet distinctive odor and stopped short of taking any more of the ether into her lungs. She knew this attacker meant business. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped. He wanted her sedated so that he could have his way with her without a fight. She cursed herself for leaving the law library on the Harvard campus so late.
She let the books she was carrying fall from her arms, some of which landed on her foot and that of her attacker. She felt him jerk his foot away as he softly exclaimed the f-word in her ear as if to foreshadow exactly what he intended to do to her. He waited for the ether to take its effect and for her body to become weak in his arms. He prepared for what he thought was going to be her collapse into darkness.
Nicole knew that her attacker would be expecting her to pass out any second now, if she had been breathing in the ether. She couldn’t hold her breath much longer but she felt his body shift in preparation. She knew now it was time for her to make her move to free herself of this hideous man. She first relaxed her body to lull him into thinking she was about to pass out. Then in multiple swift moves, Nicole began her counter attack. She dropped her shoulder as she moved her right arm slightly away and in front of her body so that she could get the proper angle. She then, with all her might rammed her elbow into the attacker’s solarplex. She felt the man’s breath whisk by her cheek. He grunted from the unexpected maneuver. Quickly continuing without pause, she raised her right foot and stomped the heel of her shoe into the instep of the attacker. Another loud grunt could be heard as the man started to fall uncontrollably forward, setting up Nicole’s next volley. The attacker had by now dropped the ether soaked rag and Nicole inhaled her first breath in preparation for her next strike. Nicole successfully landed a thrust of her right fist directly onto the attacker’s nose. Blood began to run from it. She quickly swung herself around to face her attacker to deliver what she felt was an appropriate, yet crowning blow. Still within close proximity, Nicole brought her left knee up with all the force she could manage and thrust it into the man’s crotch. He fell to his knees as he screamed in agony. Nicole watched him fall before her and couldn’t help her anger. She grunted with one final kick to his face, which was covered with some kind of knitted cap. The man fell backward from the last blow. Nicole did what anyone in her position would do at this point: she ran.
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