Angel's POV
He dropped the cigarette he had been smoking into the ashtray, and my heart raced again as he began to pull off his pants.
I can’t look. I hate this—I hate feeling so helpless in this situation. If I could find a way to escape from this monster, I would do it in an instant. But if I killed him now, I would also meet my end, and I didn’t want to die.
I could hear his footsteps approaching the bed, and with a rough movement, he forcefully pulled my legs apart. At that moment, I felt a mix of irritation and shame wash over me.
His intense gaze remained fixed on my v*gina for what felt like an eternity, and I began to hope that he had changed his mind as I heard no further movement from him. But my hopes were quickly dashed...
Without any warning, I felt him forcefully penetra
