Skye POV
Warning: This chapter contains explicit scenes of assault.
He sat in a rusty chair, his posture exuding a sense of superiority. It felt like I was caught in the middle of a twisted spectacle.
My body writhed against the unforgiving restraints, desperate for any semblance of relief. As I strained against my bonds, a small moan involuntarily escaped my lips, which only seemed to amuse him. Rising from his seat, he approached me with a sinister grin, his repulsive hand caressing my skin.
The touch made my struggles intensify. "You are beautiful," he spoke, his finger tracing a path over my breasts. Anger seethed within me, and I vowed he would pay for this. He laughed callously, reveling in my torment. "You despise how good this feels, don't you, unicorn?" he taunted, his lips
