THE PSYCHOPATH

I walk closer, grab her arm tightly, and lead her to my room.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Let me go!" she says, trying to push me.

I throw her on the bed forcefully, and she sits up, running to the door. I push her away and lock the door. I wrap my arms around her, push her back onto the bed.

"Let me go! Stop it!" she says, slapping my hand.

I pin her down and get on top of her, and she tries to push me away with her body.

"Please, let me go! I don't want to be here! I hate you!" she says, kicking. I put my body weight on her, holding her tightly in place.