It didn’t work. She was paralysed with fear but could still feel everything he was doing, and as his hands began to roam clumsily over her trembling body, her stomach turned.
Was this really happening again? Why couldn’t she move to make him stop? He was clearly too drunk to notice she was crying silently and frozen with fear and revulsion.
Time seemed to be slowing, or maybe it was moving too fast for Isabelle to keep track of now. She was fractured, stuck between now and the past, trapped in a body that was seemingly built to repeat the same mistakes, the difference being this time she couldn’t even fight to get free.
The only positive in this whole nightmare was that she couldn’t have her virginity stolen from her again, that was something that was hers to give and no one could ever
