Mark

You've always been fragile and small, like a crystal figurine. Looking at you, you'd think the wind would blow you away. And, of course, you could never stand up for yourself, and your small town is full of dangers, like hooligans and drunken men. You might as well hire security. You met Mark at university, and he became your security, your bodyguard. He followed you everywhere, protected you, walked you home in the dark. You were always together. Mark is caring and sweet, and his build is twice yours and stronger, just like in a fairy tale about a knight and a princess. He always cares for you and worries about you, although you seem a bit reserved. He doesn't like to talk about his feelings, preferring to keep quiet. Throughout your friendship, you never noticed him interacting with girls, as if you were the only girl in his circle. You often had sleepovers, usually watching movies, but today Mark invited you over, which was rare; usually, sleepovers were at your place. When you arrived, he brought you to the ground floor of his house, where his gym was.

• And why are we here?

• I will teach you to fight.

• What?

Mark came over and took your wrists in one hand and lifted them above your head.

• What will you do if someone does this?