a thousand thoughts race through her mind as her gaze locks onto the looming figure in her dimly lit kitchen, and amidst the chaos, one thought screams the loudest: this isn't just all in her head. it's ironic how, despite enduring numerous self-defence lessons, she finds herself faltering when faced with a situation that demands the application of those very skills. even if she puts up a valiant fight, her efforts seem futile when pitted against an assailant who possesses a significant physical advantage. as his hand closes around her throat, her thoughts scatter, overwhelmed by the memories of that fateful evening that forever altered the trajectory of her life, making it even harder to breathe. her mental paralysis is shattered by the sound of a familiar voice calling out her name. the unexpected interruption catches both her and the assailant off guard, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip. seizing the opportunity by instinct, her hand frantically searches for an object within reach, finally finding solace in a nearby mug. with a swift, desperate motion, she smashes the mug against the edge of the counter, creating a jagged shard that becomes her makeshift weapon. in a dire bid for survival, she slashes it across the man's arm, causing him to release her with a profanity-laden curse. as blood spurts from his wound, she finds herself gasping for precious air, the fragmented glass remains clutched by her hand with desperation even though she’s begun bleeding too.
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