You think yourself a rational man, a sensible man. A man not prone to violence or rage. A man who simply wants to live life unimpeded. You walk over the bridge, the blaring of horns and burning of rubber echoing underneath you.

It's cold and getting dark, as expected of the early months of the New Year. You're pretty much alone, not a lot of people pass through here.

You notice a petite woman clad in a red sweater and tight jeans approaching you, her face lit up by the light of her IPhone. She pays you no heed, walking towards you without care.

"Watch where you're going lady" You say to yourself, in mild annoyance.

You redirect your way around her as your paths converge, you only lightly bump her on the shoulder, thinking not much about it.

"Hey!" Your ears wince at the shrill voice, you continue walking trying to ignore the painful noise.

"HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU ASSHOLE!" You stop at your tracks, your ears heating up at the casual swear she tossed your way.

You turn, the diminutive woman runs up to you with her runty legs. You tower over her and yet she yelps and barks like she was built like a quarterback, the worst kind of woman. She's the type who could afford to coast through life due to her blessed circumstances, treating everyone around her like side characters.

"You better apologize!" She starts poking you on the chest with her dainty index finger. She had blazing red hair and blue-green eyes. You would have considered her pretty if her accented voice didn't shred your nerves like a mandoline. You try to push down the anger that was now bubbling inside.

"Sorry." You say curtly, it's too cold for you to waste your time with this harridan. You just wanted to leave and get this over with.

You attempt to turn, only for her to grab you by the sleeve. You're surprised by her gall.

"Sorry? You bumped into me you asshole. Say it properly!" What was wrong with this chick? Her face was a mask of pure rage, goodness sake if anyone was supposed to be angry here it was you.

"I sincerely apologize." You were losing your patience, your heart quickens it's pace.

She smiles, smugly.

"I didn't hear that." Oh that was the final straw.

Your raise your hand, it was open with palm facing downward, you bring it down from overhead. It flies directly at her face.

All you wanted to do was give her a little smack, a corrective measure to teach this midget not to pick on people twice her size. You underestimated how fragile she was.

She falls to the ground at the sound of the clap, tripping over her furry boot clad feet and collapsing on the ice covered concrete.

You're stunned, staring at your hand. The freezing cold had been more painful than the act itself of slapping her on the face. She was really fragile.

"W-Why did you do that?" She's shaking like a leaf, laying down on the ground with arms raised over her bruised face , her earlier bravado replaced by well deserved fear.

Seeing her in that state invoked feelings you've never experienced before, terrible feelings.

You reach down towards her, the poor girl trying to retreat away from you. You seize her by her beautiful hair, pulling her up so hard that some strands get rooted out from her scalp, she can only cry out as she helplessly struggles against your hold.

You slam her face first on the chain-link barrier on the bridge. She yells in agony as the rusty steel scratches her face.

"L-Let me go pl-NO!" Her plea interrupted by your lecherous hand. They slither underneath the many layers over her body, squeezing with a tight vice on her surprisingly meaty breasts.

You were not gentle with her, your long arms raising her up to the point she's on her toes, tendons stretched as you pull her apart with your assault.

"NOOOO. STOOOP.I'M SORRY!" She's screaming in hysterical terror, screeching like a dying herbivore as you force your wet and cold tongue down her ear.

The feeling of her warm body pressed against you, shivering in abject terror, was sublime. Her tiny frame barely withstanding your violent power. The whiny and childish sounds of her attempts in averting the inevitable made you hard.

You thought yourself a rational man. You were wrong.