Victoria
As the person I sought solace in...
Lucas Morrison, the one who shattered me, desired my body, mirroring the man from whom he saved me. He was just as cruel, just as menacing, yet here I lay on his chest, finding refuge in him.
Fears engulfed me. Despite his actions in the morning, I had nowhere else to turn but to him. He practically coerced me into it, fully aware as he imposed his will. It seemed he derived pleasure from these acts, unapologetically indulging in them.
I closed my eyes, my trembling easing slightly. The memory of a man pointing a gun at me and pulling the trigger lingered, only to be thwarted by Lucas's timely arrival. If he hadn't intervened... I would have perished. Perhaps that man would have harmed me in other ways, a nauseating thought. The trauma of th
