Katrina’s Point of View:
“Alex, please. Let me go. You can’t do this. Please.”, I beg but my words fall on deaf ears. He tears my dress into God knows how many pieces. I watch the torn pieces falling to the ground.
The cold breeze makes me realize that I have nothing on my body other than my undergarments. I immediately try to cover myself with my hands but my hands aren’t enough. I try to cover myself with the duvet but he quickly grabs and pulls it away. The duvet falls on the ground.
Fear is the only thing I feel right now. Alex is standing in front of me with nothing on his body. I try to avoid looking at any other part of his body. I keep looking into his eyes. I slide back on the bed to make as much distance as I can.
With teary eyes, I look at him. He looks so dangerous at this
