Camilla’s POV
Groaning, I kept tossing and turning on Dylan’s bed so much that I couldn’t sleep properly and I also couldn’t let Dylan know that because I knew that he would stay back if he knew I couldn’t close my eyes without being haunted by what I just went through so I just pretended to be asleep.
Finally sitting up, I couldn’t help but think long and hard about who would want to do something as horrible as forcefully having their way with me to me.
My heart was pounding really hard and no matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about it, I couldn’t. The moment I closed my eyes it felt as though I’d gotten blindfolded again and I’m now in that dark room.
Why? Why me? Why would anyone want to do something terrible as this to me?
Who could’ve thought about doing this to me?
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