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3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

She slowed her pace, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she stumbled through the tunnel, her vision blurred with fear. And then, at the other end of the tunnel, she saw him.

Salvatore stood there, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his arms outstretched in a silent invitation. Her legs nearly gave out at the sight of him, the overwhelming fear and exhaustion making her body tremble uncontrollably.

Without thinking, she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. Her body shook violently as she clung to him, her fingers gripping his shirt as though her life depended on it. "Please..." she gasped between sobs, her voice broken and desperate. "Please, save me. I should've never left" What was she even thinking when she left? Of course she was safest with him.

His arms wrapped around her, strong and unyielding. For a moment, she felt safe, protected. But then his grip tightened, and she felt the shift in him. This wasn't salvation. This was punishment.

Salvatore dragged her out of the tunnel, his hand gripping her wrist with a force that made her bones ache. She tried to resist, but he was too strong, too powerful.
"No...no, no, no I'm sorry"
He pulled her toward the waterfall, the sound of the rushing water filling her ears, drowning out the pounding of her heart.

With brutal force, he shoved her against the slick rocks, pinning her in place. His gloved hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp for air. Her eyes widened in panic, her hands flying up to grip his forearm, but he didn't let go.

Without warning, he pushed her head under the freezing water. The shock of it ripped through her body, her lungs screaming as the cold water filled her nose and mouth. She thrashed against him, her hands clawing at his arm as he held her down.

He finally yanked her back up, her body convulsing as she gasped for air, water pouring from her mouth as she coughed and sputtered. But before she could catch her breath, he forced her head back under the water.

Her vision blurred, her body going limp as her lungs screamed for oxygen. When he finally pulled her up again, she sobbed helplessly, tears mixing with the cold water that dripped down her face "STOP! PLEASE!" He shoved two gloved fingers into her mouth, forcing them down her throat as she gagged, water flowing out of her mouth.

Her body convulsed violently, her vision going dark as she choked on his fingers. The brutal invasion was too much-she felt like she was drowning again, this time on dry land. Salvatore's grip on her throat tightened as he forced her to take it, controlling every shallow breath she was allowed.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, she gasped for air, her body shaking uncontrollably as she sobbed against him. He shoved his fingers that had just been in her mouth into his mouth, sucking up her saliva.

He worked quickly to rip a part of her shirt and wrap it around her eyes, he then took off his mask and licked the bloody cuts on her arms, his tongue dragging over the fresh wounds with slow, deliberate strokes.

Then, in one swift motion, he dragged her to the edge of the waterfall. Her legs struggled to find purchase on the slick rocks, but he was too strong, too unyielding. The roar of the rushing water filled her ears, drowning out everything else. Salvatore stood behind her, his body towering over hers, and without a second thought, he shoved her forward.

Her body plunged into the air, falling before hitting the icy water below.

The shock of it was instant and brutal. The cold seized her lungs, and she flailed, her arms thrashing as she tried to fight the current. But the water was relentless, pulling her under again and again. Her vision blurred, the world spinning wildly as she struggled to breathe, to fight her way to the surface. Panic surged through her, her body desperate for air "Salvatore!" She shouted out for him, being her only salvation.

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