Jasmine was already feeling frazzled when she boarded the last flight of the night. The plane was nearly full, but she found her seat easily enough: 17B. A few minutes later, a burly man squeezed his way into the window seat, 17A. She could feel his arm pressing against hers as he adjusted in his seat.
"Ugh, sorry about that," he grumbled. Jasmine didn't respond, but she could smell the alcohol on his breath. The flight attendant began the safety demonstration, but the man interrupted her with a belch.
"Jesus," Jasmine muttered under her breath. The man must have heard her because he turned towards her and said, "What? You don't like what you see?" He leered at her with glassy eyes. Jasmine shuddered in disgust.
The plane took off smoothly, and the cabin lights dimmed. Jasmine dug out her headphones and plugged them into her phone, ready to tune the man out. But the man had other ideas. "Hey, what are you listening to?" he asked, leaning in closer. Jasmine recoiled and tried to push him away. But she was trapped.