"Jane, please help me fasten this zipper," I asked my best friend when she came to my room, but then when the person comes toward me and placed his hand on my waist, I realized I wasn't talking to Jane. Instead, Marco was standing behind me. He curved a scornful smile and put his arms around my body. I wriggled, but he was too strong.
He carried me to the bed, and sat on top of me, and tied my hands to the post of the bed.
When I attempted to scream, he gagged my mouth with a piece of cloth, and I could not do anything except continue to writhe as tears roll my eyes. When the cloth fell, I screamed Albert's name.
"Albert!"
"Selene," A gentle call coming from Albert.
I got up and tears raced down to my cheeks as I searched for him in the darkroom.
I heard footsteps, and later he sat b
