Brandi's POV
"Colin, please don't do this," I beg him; I don't know what else to do. He kisses my cheek. I twist my face to the side.
"Don't cry, my love. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"Then get the fuckk up off me and untie me. If you love me, let me go."
"I can't let you go." He forces my legs apart before settling between them. My heart sinks as he hikes my skirt up, exposing my bare flesh.
"Colin, please, I don't want this."
"Stop lying." He yells. "Look how wet you are. How can you say you don't want this." He runs his fingers through my slit as tears form in his eyes. I can't help the way my body reacts to him. The therapist says it's a coping mechanism I developed to deal with the abuse. But why am I still trying to cope after so long?
"Colin." I
