One out of five

He was 6 foot 3. I was 5 foot 5. My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive.. Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed my top rip.. My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my round breasts exposed, he paused and admired.. "You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly he pushed down my head.. My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed. I caved to his needs with hopes he would go.. One predator preying on a weaker sex. I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck.. One vulnerable woman who managed to survive, in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..