CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Triggering content
~ Camilla
I hated him.
I hated his smirk, the one that reeked of his arrogance, as if he already knew how this would end. I hated his hands, the way they held me down, as if my resistance was nothing more than entertainment. I hated his voice, wrapping around me like a noose, tightening with every filthy whisper.
"Get off me, you sick bastard!" I spat, thrashing against his grip, my nails digging into his arms deep enough to leave marks, to draw blood if I could. But he didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked pleased.
"Now, now," he murmured, his tone full of mock concern. "Such hostility, sweetheart. You wound me."
I struggled harder, my breath ragged, my chest heaving, but it was useless. His strength dwarfed mine, his body pressed aga
