The first thing that Luna came conscious to was the feel of a hand groping her chest. Another hand was making its way down her stomach. Her hands flew to grab her assailant’s wrists as she sprung up from the hard cold platform that she was lying on.
“You’re awake.” Her assailant spoke coolly as if he was expecting her reaction. This ticked Luna off. He seemed to know that his advances were not welcomed, but he still did it anyway. Her grip tightened and his flesh turned white from the lack of blood flow.
“Are you sure you want to do that? Or are you still half asleep?” He asked in the same cool tone.