𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧.
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All that Yara Morello was told all her life was that she was the shame of the family. She was a mistake that was never supposed to happen, a disgrace to be shunned and cast...
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It was cold and dark.
My naked body lays upright, I cannot move, and I can hardly breathe. My vision is a blurry mess, and it's because of the tears brimming in my eyes. I already know exactly what is going on, and I'm never ready for it.
I try to muster the strength to fight back, but my body betrays me, remaining paralyzed and helpless. The fear is suffocating, wrapping around my chest like a vise. Every breath is a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of the nightmare I'm trapped in.
Then I see him, the green-eyed monster with a gruesome smile, standing over me naked. His caress on my face feels like the slither of a snake, and I want to scream so bad and set my skin on fire.
It's just a nightmare, I try to think to myself, but it never works. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mixture of lust and hatred as he strokes his dick. He takes every inch of my body in, and I feel desecrated and violated.
"Why do you have to be so fucking seductive and bewitching?" He strokes himself harder with a grunt, his words laced with anger.
I desperately want to run, to hide, to disappear from this, but I can't. My body refuses to obey, and I'm forced to watch as he defiles everything that I am.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that when I open them again, this will all be over. But the darkness only makes his touch feel more intense, more violating. The sound of his grunts fills my ears, mingling with the pounding of my own heart.
"Look at me," he growls, grabbing my face and forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want to see the fear in your eyes."
I try to turn away, but his grip is like iron, unyielding. Tears spill over, and I can taste the salt on my lips.
"Why?" I manage to croak, my voice barely audible.
"Because I can," he replies with a sadistic smile. "And because you deserve it."
Every second feels like an eternity, and I pray for it to end, for someone to save me, but I know no one is coming. I'm alone in this nightmare, and there's no escape.
His face starts to blur again, and the darkness closes in on me, consuming me. My body feels heavy, and it's like I'm falling from a skyscraper, the wind knocked out of my lungs. I fall harder and faster until I jerk up with force and let out a scream.
Harsh rays of sunlight enter through the half-opened curtain, making me flinch. My heart pounds hard against my rib cage as if it's trying to break free. I'm drenched in sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The terror still lingers, a ghastly presence that refuses to let go. I can still feel his disgusting touch and hot breath. I had lost count of the number of times I have had this nightmare. I don't know why or how I keep having it.
