FUCKED.

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Iris's photo appeared again, and it set off a wave of unease in me. The room felt oppressive as he approached. Without warning, he grabbed me and carried me to his table, clearing away papers and pens with an impatient sweep. He ordered me to lie down on the table, and as he undressed, he looked at me with a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You need to beg me for this," he said, his tone commanding. I felt a surge of fear mixed with resignation. I knew he was referring to something more than just a physical interaction; it was about control and power. I reluctantly complied, pushing him into a chair and trying to assert some level of control over the situation. I climbed onto him, attempting to take him in a way that made me feel more in charge. Despite my efforts, the encounter quickly became overwhelming.

He growled, his grip firm as he moved forcefully. I tried to adjust, but his actions were relentless. His grip tightened, and the situation escalated quickly. I felt both physically and emotionally overwhelmed. He moved with a purpose, pushing me beyond my limits, and it left me feeling exposed and powerless.

Despite the intensity of the situation, he tried to soften his approach. "I love you so much, Chloe. Don't leave me. I'll change, I promise," he said, kissing my forehead and neck. His words seemed genuine, but the harshness of his actions contrasted sharply with his promises. I wanted to believe him, but my mind was clouded by confusion and pain.

He continued to thrust with increasing force, making it difficult for me to keep up. His actions were aggressive, stretching my boundaries both physically and emotionally. I felt my resolve weaken as he demanded more from me. His pace quickened, and the physical sensations became almost unbearable.

In a moment of vulnerability, he stopped and tried to make amends. "I promise to change, Chloe. What I did in the past was unforgivable, but I want you to at least forgive me and move on," he said, his voice trembling. I was taken aback by his sudden shift in demeanor. I had always wanted to confront him for his actions, but now I saw him in a different light—vulnerable and emotional.

I tried to negotiate with him, saying, "I'll only accept this if you promise not to harm me or my friends. You also have to delete the videos you took." His reaction was not what I expected. He laughed dismissively and said, "You think I'm that naive? You just want the videos gone so you can abandon me like my wife did. It's hard to get rid of the monster hiding in your closet."

His words darkened, and I felt a chill run down my spine. His behavior became increasingly erratic, and I felt trapped. He continued to be forceful, showing no regard for my pleas. His actions were harsh and painful, and I struggled to maintain my composure. I begged him to stop, but he only intensified his efforts.

Eventually, he ordered me to pick up my things, threatening severe consequences if I didn't comply. I was left feeling disoriented and exhausted. The physical and emotional strain had taken its toll, and I struggled to see clearly. He had struck me hard, and my vision blurred with the impact. He warned me never to mention his wife again, and I was left gasping for breath.

As Iris walked out, I tried to get up. The cold and rain outside added to my discomfort. I missed Travis desperately but knew I needed to stay put. I took slow steps, searching for my medicine in my bag, but realized I had left it at home. I focused on my breathing to manage the pain and kept moving until I reached the door.

Iris reappeared, looking concerned. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. His touch made me flinch, and I pulled away. "You're cold. How-"

Before he could finish, Travis burst in, looking frantic. "Don't touch her!" he yelled at Iris. Travis, worried and disheveled, offered me his shirt to keep warm and comforted me as I explained my situation.

He carried me to a nearby classroom with Iris following behind. Travis wanted to ensure I was alright and called for additional help. He asked Iris to stay with me while he went to find someone else.

Iris, now showing a softer side, sat close to me, his demeanor less intimidating. He wrapped his arms around me, providing warmth and comfort. A student brought Iris a mug of hot chocolate, which he gave to me. I drank it slowly while Iris rubbed my back, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Keisha arrived, looking concerned and tired. She brought some rubbing cream and explained that it would be painful but necessary. Travis held my hands and comforted me as Keisha worked on my legs. Iris had to leave for an urgent call, and I was relieved to see him go.

Travis stayed with me, skipping the rest of the class to ensure I was okay. Despite his exhaustion, he cared for me tenderly. I let him rest on me once my pain subsided, and eventually, we both fell asleep on the floor, the room quiet and still around us.