...: Threat- Chloroform- One Woman Who Was Attacked

So she couldn’t let him get near her face.

She breathed. For the first time that night, deeply. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...

He staggered, arms flailing, the handkerchief still clutched in one fist. She didn’t give him time to recover. Her right hand, still holding the pepper spray, came up not to his eyes—too far away, too risky—but to the space between them. She squeezed. A bright orange cone of capsaicinoid fire hit him directly in the open mouth he’d been gasping from. So she couldn’t let him get near her face

He went down hard. His head cracked against the corner of her dresser. He staggered, arms flailing, the handkerchief still clutched

The operator asked if she was safe. Maya looked at the still figure, the dark puddle spreading from the broken bottle, the way the moonlight caught the open, empty eyes.