I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

Betrayal, conflict and a lot of emotional damage is what Diana has to go through. People who lie, cheat and sweet talk you in to your lives and screw around until your left for dead, are the people who have surrounded her. But Diana must face a choice, her best friend or who she thinks is the good guys, and with her sister missing and a phyco fiancé should she trust Blake? Or is he the one she needs protection from? . *** He lunged at me and I rolled on to my side , narrowly missing his grasp. I shot up to my feet and ran for the door. He grabbed my leg and I went crashing to the ground and hit my nose hearing a sickening crunch as it collided with the polished wooden floor. Sticky, thick blood pooled out of my nose and dripped in to my mouth. I screamed again. My throat dry and sore from all the crying and screaming made it hard to say anything and the taste of blood made me feel sick, sick to the point I would actually vomit. This isn't happening! I chanted in my head, but the pain I felt was undeniably real. When he had a tight grip on my ankle he yanked me back in to the room and flipped me round so my back was smashed against the ground and my face inches from the animal I once loved. He leaned closer until I could feel his ice cold breath invade my lungs , I could smell blood, I wasn't sure if it was just from my nose, but it was over powering and my head was spinning. I have a thing about blood. The sight is repulsive, the smell is revolting and the taste, the taste is unimaginable. And to have all three going on at once is too much. My vision was blurry from the tears, but still I lashed out at anything close. And I kicked my legs around hoping to hit him in the balls so he would let go. But he weighs a tonne , my whole body was being crushed slowly and I couldn't breath in enough air. But something happened. There was no longer anything holding me down. Instead I was looking straight up to a white ceiling. What the hell just happened?