Against Her Will

Pressed against the wall, breathing heavily, torn between giving in to him or fighting against him, but he's stronger, I can feel his strength as he press me harder against the wall
"Beg me" he orders
I look him in the eyes defiantly, refusing to give in. My hands held above my head, my breasts heaving out of my torn dress, I see the lust in his eyes. My knees are getting weak, it's either I bow to his will or have my will snatched from me.
"you like it rough huh?" He says with a wicked smile, probably going through different ways in his mind on how to punish me.
"Let me go, I never asked for any of these, I didn't ask you to want me" he watch me, waiting for me to break, waiting for me to show weakness, I hold my chin up unaffected by his grip on my hands, or how I feel numb all over due to being pressed to the wall for too long or how I couldn't care less if my legs gave out. he drops my hands and step back
"I'll let you go now but you'll soon be back, begging for my touch"
I walk away from him without looking back. I hear his fist connect with the wall. I run away, as fast as my legs can carry me. I never want to be in his sight again but it's inevitable, he's everywhere, he's scent has invaded my nostrils, I feel his eyes on me all the time like he's somewhere watching me, I feel hot all the time. Like his hands are on me.