Asha khan : book 1 "the unraveling"

TRAUMA

His weight presses down on me, trapping me beneath him like a helpless prey. I feel a surge of panic rise within me, my instincts screaming for escape. Every muscle in my body tenses as I search desperately for a way out, but he holds me firmly in place, his grip like iron. As his gaze bores into mine, I feel a chill run down my spine, his intentions clear in the predatory gleam of his eyes. 

Despite my fear, I refuse to let him see my weakness, summoning every ounce of strength and defiance I possess.

The fabric slides off my body with a sickening sense of violation, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

 I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as he strips away my last shred of dignity, his hands rough and invasive as they roam over my skin. 

I try to push him away, to scream for help, but my voice catches in my throat, choked off by the overwhelming fear and disgust coursing through me. In that moment, I am nothing but a puppet, a mere object for his twisted desires, and there's nothing I can do to stop him. 

His lips press forcefully against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs as he claims ownership of my body. I try to resist, to fight against the invasion of his mouth on mine, but his grip tightens, crushing me beneath his weight. The taste of his lips is bitter and sour, a cruel reminder of the violation unfolding before me. In that moment, I am powerless, trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape.

In this moment of darkness and uncertainty, I draw upon my inner strength and resilience. Despite the fear and discomfort that threaten to overwhelm me, I refuse to let despair take hold. I choose to see this as a temporary setback, a challenge to be overcome on the path to a brighter future. With determination and courage, I will rise above this adversity and reclaim control of my destiny. Each step forward, no matter how small, brings me closer to victory. I am a survivor, and I will emerge from this trial stronger and more empowered than ever before.

Embracing this choice, I find a sense of liberation and empowerment within me. By relinquishing control in this moment, I reclaim power over my own agency and destiny. I refuse to be a victim of circumstance; instead, I choose to be the architect of my own narrative. With each decision, I reaffirm my autonomy and assert my right to pursue happiness on my own terms. Though the path ahead may be uncertain, I walk it with confidence, knowing that I hold the reins of my own fate.

Asha's heart pounded in her chest as she found herself trapped in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but fear held her in its suffocating grip, rendering her powerless against the man's advances.

With each touch, she felt a wave of revulsion and shame wash over her, but she had no choice but to endure it. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of his hands on her skin, wishing desperately that she could disappear.

As he lifted her up, Asha's body tensed with fear, every muscle screaming for release. She felt like a puppet, manipulated and controlled by forces beyond her control. The tears welled up in her eyes, hot and stinging, but she bit her lip to stifle any sound, afraid of what might happen if she made a sound.

The pain was sharp and relentless, tearing through her like a knife. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead for mercy, but her voice caught in her throat, choked by fear and shame.

When it was finally over, Asha lay there, trembling and broken, her body bruised and battered. The man showed no remorse as he got dressed and left the room, leaving her alone in the darkness.

But the nightmare wasn't over yet. Asha's heart sank as she realized he was coming back, his presence like a specter haunting her every thought. She felt sick to her stomach, knowing she was powerless to stop him, resigned to the fact that she would have to endure his abuse once again.