"What... what are you doing?” Eudora is trapped, pressed against him with nowhere to go. She can only whisper.
“What am I doing? Let's see.”
He shoves Eudora hard onto the sofa. Before she can even react, he's on top of her, ripping her clothes off with brutal force. Her delicate skin still holds the marks of Ryan's lovemaking. But Ryan is drunk, his mind clouded, and he doesn't even see them. To him, the purple bruises scattered across Eudora's body are like sharp needles stabbing into his eyes.
“Who the hell did you let touch you? Damn it! You dared to let someone else touch you!”
He squeezes her tiny wrist in his hand, so tight it feels like it's going to break.
“No, nobody!” she cries out, panicked.
“No? You think I'm blind!” Ryan is practically going crazy. He rips the rest of
