"Get away from me sicko!" Kayla yelled. She struggled to break Mal's hold on her wrist. The fat young boy was transfixed on Kayla's feet, ignoring her feeble attempts to escape.
"I bet those smell even better with those shoes off..," he said in a hypnotic tone, as if he was under some kind of spell. With his free arm, Mal reaches for the pink slipper on her right foot. Kayla was already uncomfortable with people touching her feet, and being attacked like this didn't help matters. She had to get away and call the police.
"You want my feet, then here they are!" Kayla gave Mal a swift kick to the balls, and down went the fat ninja ghoul with a prolonged groan. He landed on the hard pavement, going limp as he ht the ground. Kayla gasped, unaware of her own strength. She felt sorry about hurting the him that badly, but he had been acting creepy and need to learn a lesson.
With that, Kayla went to find help for the boy, unable to just leave him there like that.
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