She leaned in close, feeling the minty breath of hers. Only a few mere inches away from each other. Either one of theme too scared to move. Leaning in closer towards her and... Rough movements. His touch no longer a kind one. Was it ever a kind touch? No. Never. Struggling was useless, though it didn't stop her from trying. He took her. Taking deep breaths. For once inside she felt calm, no longer thoughts of raging minds. The only thoughts being the action she was going to do it. The cold metal pressed against her temple and... (Warning, this contains dark and mature themes.)All Rights Reserved