The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Mei finished her surfing session. She laid on the sand, basking in the warmth of the morning rays. The beach was mostly empty at this hour, save for a few early risers like herself. Mei closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs.
She felt a presence nearby and opened her eyes to see a stranger approaching. He was tall and muscular, with tanned skin and piercing blue eyes. Mei tensed up, unsure of his intentions.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" the stranger asked, gesturing to the sand next to Mei.
Mei hesitated for a moment before responding, "Sure, I guess."
The stranger sat down next to her, close enough that their shoulders were touching. Mei shifted away, trying to put some distance between them.
"So, you're a surfer, huh?" the stranger asked, striking up a conversation.
Mei nodded, not wanting to engage but not wanting to be rude either.
"You're pretty good," the stranger continued. "How long have you been doing it?"
Mei felt a twinge of unease. She didn't like the way he was looking at her, like he was sizing her up.
"I need to get going," Mei said, trying to end the conversation.
But the stranger didn't take the hint. He moved closer to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Let me give you a massage," he offered. "I'm a practicing masseuse."
Mei tensed up, feeling violated. She tried to push him away, but he insisted it would help her relax.
"No, really, I need to go," Mei said, more firmly this time.
But the stranger didn't listen. He started to touch her legs, claiming it was part of the massage. Mei felt disgusted, but she was too afraid to speak up. She tried to get up, but the stranger held her down, saying it was for her own good.
Mei felt powerless, ashamed of herself for not being able to defend herself. She started to cry as the stranger continued to touch her.
But in that moment of despair, Mei found a spark of determination. She knew she had to get out of this situation. She mustered up the strength to push the stranger away and got up, running away as fast as she could.
As she walked back to her dorm, Mei felt a mix of relief and anger. She was angry at herself for letting the stranger touch her, but she was also relieved that she had escaped.
Mei made a decision then and there. She was going to take self-defense classes. She was not going to let anyone control her again.
From that day on, Mei started to feel better about herself. She felt strong, in control, and direct. She was living her life on her own terms.
And she was never going to let anyone touch her again without her consent.
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