hands to himself. His wandering touch roamed around her lap, making her feel uncomfortable an

azed by his advances, but her heart was beat

give him any reason to touch her again. Every time he reached for

. She let out a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the car. She tried

the receptionist. She felt a knot of fe

e stood beside her with folded arms. The elevator opened and they walked down the hallway to lo

luxurious prison. She knew she had agreed to this arrangemen

f his gaze on her, like chains holding her in place. Tara forced herself

g, I should be the one worried, trying to bed an ov

shook with anger but she w

in fear. He placed a cup in front of her and gestured with his head, "Here, you can have this

om. She complied, spending her time in the bathroom. After finishing, she wrapped herself in

ed herself tighter in the fluffy bathrobe, feeling the warmth and softness of the fabric cocooning her body. When h

fear and uncertainty. She knew what was coming, what she had agreed to,

to run, to hide, but she knew there was no escape. So, she swa

ged, and as the room grew darker, she felt a small sense of relief. But that relief w

e bed. His touch was rough and unforgiving, and she felt herself tensing with every movement

o push him off and begged him to stop, but he didn't care. He just kept going, like it was all about him. S

cene from above. It was as if the pain and discomfort were no longer her own, but belonged to som

nd find some sense of safety. But as he continued, the feeling of violation and helplessness only grew

is pace slamming into her roughly then

nd raw. It all happened so fast, and it was all so brutal. She felt violated, used, and discarded like a piece of trash. She co

been shattered, broken into a million irreparable pieces. She couldn't bring herself to even l

ace, she knew that she had to be strong. She wouldn't let this define her

't erase what had happened, but she could choose how she would react to it. She would not let this destroy h