Alyssa stood there, trembling alongside her good friend and basically boyfriend, her mind muddled with the thoughts and memories of what had just happened.  The girl looked positively distraught, as this was no ordinary molestation.  She felt so... violated... her asshole still sore from being used, her asscheeks stinging from the harsh treatment they had received.  Worst of all, the voice of her assailant was still fresh in her mind, and that hot, wet feeling between her legs wasn't helping anything.  Her lost eyes eventually managed to peer up at his as he was talking to her.<br/><br/>"A-ahn…" she uttered, before half collapsing against him again.  "I-it... it was horrible..." she whispered in dismay, not really sure how to describe it.  Her lunch and drink were nowhere to be found, probably having fallen on the train tracks.  Her phone hadn't joined them miraculously as the wristband she wore kept it dangling from her arm.  But she couldn't think of what to say nor greet him in her usual friendly demeanour.  It hadn't been the first time someone had touched her on the train, it was pretty common in fact.  But it tended to be either small pokes here and there, or an actual one time grope, as if gaging her.  No one had been so forward as her attacker today.<br/><br/>"I-I want to go home..." she finally managed to sputter out, gripping at his jacket tightly.  "Please Nata... I just... want to go... home..."  Her legs trembled too much to move on her own though, and she still had to rely on him to keep her steady and from falling.  She had no idea that this likely wouldn't be the last time this would happen to her... nor that her assailant planned to go even further in the future.