After They Harassed Me on My Motorcycle, I Made Them Kneel

I was on my motorcycle, stopped at a red light, when a man rushed up and grabbed my ass.

"Hey, nice bike. My bad—didn't mean to grab that. Don't be mad."

I flinched away.

Another one—bleached-blond hair—stepped out in front of my bike and blocked me in.

"Let me take her for a spin, yeah? I'll give you a ride. Gotta be boring out here all by yourself."

My face went cold. I raised my voice:

"Back off. Don't touch me!"

The words had barely left my mouth when a third man crowded in, close enough that his body was almost pressed against mine: