Chapter 22

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HIS GRASP on my left ankle clenched tighter when he spat the question

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HIS GRASP on my left ankle clenched tighter when he spat the question.

How can I flee from this man?! With this weather and with his size in comparison to mine, I am the loser.

Because even if he is more injured, he is still way more capable than me. It is impossible to wrap my fingers around his arms while he can bash me anywhere he desires, gripping my neck using one hand.

Akin to now. It is difficult to get away from him and how easy it is for him to trap me.

I will invariably fear these men. They can snatch anything from me whenever they want.

"Let go," I murmured but loud enough for him to hear.

"Never. Even after I snuff your fire out." The conviction in his voice made me shudder.

He keeps on crushing my hopes, isn't he?

Pulling my foot from his hold, his fingers did not even budge a bit.

Wait… is he going to… rape me?

This man was supposed to be with his comrade earlier. He can collect what he is owed right now.

The realization made my center grow in heat due to disgust. My insides are still raw from the rape. Physical and unbearable pain in my chest burst.

The dynamics were just sinking into my head. I hate how I feel smaller with them.

I am under his body and it brought countless unpleasant living nightmares behind my eyes which made me cower in fear.

He can fucking rape me at this point. I didn't miss the way he leered at my breasts. It is the same way his comrades look at me before they touch me.

Soles growing cold, my forearms served as a barrier between us just when my tears dropped on my temples and down to my ears.

I don’t want to be touched again.

Yet I know I’ll just be a rag doll beneath him when he does.

Take it. You can take this big cock in that little body.

I love turning this pale skin into red. Your name really suits you, huh? Cerise.

Fuck. Tighter than a fucking glove.

Come on my fingers, like a dirty little slut.

Damn. Squirting like a porn star?

Disgust crawls like millions of ants inside my veins, wanting to get out of my skin.

I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore.

But I am fucking used and dirty. They tainted me and I'll never be normal again.

Ruining my body crushed my mind and soul.

My body is me. It is not a piece of meat that can be disregarded away from me.

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