I watched him move around me, his presence commanding and intoxicating. He seemed to relish the sight of me in his clothes, a reminder of his dominance over me. Every mark he left on my body was a testament to his power, a cruel reminder of the pain he inflicted.
But as he closed in on me, his intentions clear, a surge of panic shot through me. I couldn't let him take this from me, couldn't let him claim the last shred of purity I had left. With a burst of adrenaline, I took off running, stumbling over my own feet in my haste to escape.
I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire and determination as he pursued me. But I refused to give in, refused to let him break me completely.
And then, just as I thought I had outsmarted him, he caught me, his strong arms wrapping around me, pul
