StayGold144
"You love me, don't you?" He said. "I-I.." my words were stumbling. I thought I loved him. Do I really? His hands became entangled with my hair, gentle pulling at it. "I love you," He whispered, barley audible, as his faced moved towards me. He pushed his lips onto mine, so forcefully I had no choice but to follow. His hands moved down, away from my hair and he pulled away from the kiss. "I love you, this is what love is. Don't worry. Don't scream. It's not bad, it's love." I was frozen with terror. His hands found the hem of my shirt; fumbling with it for a moment in his fingertips until he decided to slide up. I could have screamed. I could have did anything. But I didnt. I didn't resist. I didn't say no.