Zendea's P.O.V
"P-please stop .." I say meekly but he doesn't as his hand rises higher and he brushes my thigh. He slaps his hand harshly onto my lips.
“Shhhh!" He pushes out. Tears fall down my cheeks as my heart rate increases when his hand reaches my core. I try to move his grip on my wrist but he's too strong , in a second he slaps me and I cry out.
“N-No!”
"Stop moving b***h!" He whisper yells. "You like it don't you whore." He says as his finger roughly enters my core , the pain makes me yell into his hand. I try to yell but my voice comes out muffled.
“Kyle stop!” Somebody, anybody, please save me.
Quickly waking up I pant, whipping the sweat off my face. I look around quickly , seeing that I'm alone I breathe out. Sitting in the dark I just stare into outa space and with
