POV: Liberty-Bell Snow
He's chasing me. He's faster than me. He's catching up. I'm running. Everything is dark and I can't see anything. I'm running for my life into darkness. I feel a hand grab my hair, making me cry out in pain. He pulls my head back, making me look into the black orbs he calls eyes. They were filled with hatred and disgust. He had a smirk, enjoying my pain. He grinned, and quickly punches me in the stomach, making me buckle over in pain, which caused his hold on my hair to tighten. He laughs at my pain. He then pushes me to the concrete floor, taking hold of my wrists and placing them above my head. I know where this is going.
"No. Please. Not again. Please!" I beg.
"Trust me. You're going to enjoy this." He whispers into my ear, nipping my earlobe.
"No! No please! Don't do this!"
He slaps me with his free hand, silencing me. He then moves his hand up and down my body, making me feel so disgusted and violated. He moves to the button of my jeans and slowly removes them, making me whimper in protest.
I feel so useless. There's not a thing I can do. He's twice the size of me and weighs double myself. I can do nothing.
