Lila’s breath caught in her throat. The words hit her like a slap.
She stared up at Damien, eyes wide with fresh horror. The shirt she was wearing suddenly felt too thin, too exposing. Her injured wrist throbbed. The cuts on her arm and leg burned. But the fear in her chest was worse.
“No,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Please… don’t. I can’t. I’m begging you.”
Damien didn’t speak. He simply reached down and pulled the sheet completely off her body. The cool air hit her naked skin below.
Lila tried to curl up, but he grabbed her good wrist and pinned it above her head with one hand.
His body hovered over hers, heavy and warm. His free hand slid under the shirt, pushing it up to her waist, exposing her completely.
Lila started crying harder. “Kill me instead,” she sobbed. “Just sh
