Skye’s POV
The bunker door handle slipped in my sweaty hands. Blake’s footsteps pounded right behind me on the muddy path. I yanked harder.
The rusted metal finally gave in with a loud screech and I stumbled inside the dark concrete room. But before I could slam it shut, Blake shoved the door open with his shoulder and grabbed my arm hard.
He pushed me against the cold concrete wall, then pressed his body into mine so tight I could barely breathe. His breath smelled like beer and pure anger.
“Got you now, you little slut,” he said. His free hand grabbed my chin and forced my face up. He tried to kiss me, smashing his sweaty lips against mine forcefully.
I bit down on his bottom lip as hard as I could, blood filling my mouth right away. He jerked back with a yell and touched his mouth
