Trigger Warnings. Read at your own risk.
The situation was hopeless, and what made it even worse was that Tara couldn’t even see Carlos approach her, seeing as her chair had fallen backwards. She could only hear his footsteps. And for some reason, that made her even more frightened than she was.
The tears that had gathered in her eyes started running freely the moment he righted the chair.
“Not so tough now, are we?” He taunted, his tone that of a sadist motherfucker.
She was shaking too much to answer. Admittedly, she was also still shouting.
“Stop yelling, b***h,” he commanded angrily. “If you’re going to scream, it’ll be with my c**k inside of you.”
It seemed that he had made his mind. That he now wanted to do as his dear Cassandra requested of him.
“Don’t touch me,” Tara
