I stagger back from Russell's now approaching body. My legs moving as fast as they can to get away from this predator. To which I'm now the prey. He growls at my obvious movements to get out of his touch and reach. He finally grabs my wrist with his silver covered hands and I cringe into his touch. My body turning at an awkward angle to get out of his hold but also to not cause myself more pain.
He drags me to the bed and pulls me down onto it. My top falling above my underwear whilst my curly bangs fall around my eyes and face. He climbs atop of me and his arms are placed beside my head and I get a feeling of Deja vu. Although the time I'm thinking of was with Ashton and I'm repulsed by the idea of doing 'that' with Russell. His hands grope my body while I stay completely still, not know
