I hurriedly tried to get up and apologize, but a pair of strong hands firmly pressed me down.
I couldn't move.
The first thought that popped into my head was that I had encountered a pervert in, on an airplane!
"Pervert! Someone's molesting me! Help!"
My cries were muffled against the fabric of his trousers, and I had no idea if anyone could hear me.
I struggled against his tight grip, trying to break free.
It seemed like he was determined to molest me openly on the plane.
My nails scratched against some part of him.
He let out a deep sigh, and the pressure on my waist eased a little.
Sensing the change, I tried to push myself up again, but another bout of turbulence threw me back into his arms.
This time, his hands just encircled me to keep me within his reach.
It seemed like a protective gesture. His hands no longer touched my body.
...
At that moment, I found myself leaning against his shoulder.
I tried to move, but he stopped me. "Don't move. We're experiencing severe turbulence."
As soon as he said that, the plane jolted violently, the wing dipping sharply and dropping several feet.
I heard everyone in the cabin gasp, some even screaming in distress.