“Spread them, Erin. Be a good girl… I promise not to hurt you.” The gag in my mouth stopped me from screaming anything at Zack. It even stopped me from breathing.
The bed was hard as stone, its creaky panels made the dingy room even more disgusting.
“Save the screams for later beautiful…” The rope around my arms and legs no longer let me move enough to escape what I knew was coming next.
Zack loomed over me, placing his hands on my knees, pulling them apart slowly. I cursed more words at him, violently flailing my limbs. Tears streamed down my face and my stomach coiled.
This is it, the worst that could possibly happen.
He pushed his hands further down my legs and under my skirt, pulling at my underwear.
“Hum, practice will make perfect…” He undid his trousers and leaned down over me.
I shut my eyes, trying to imagine a happier place.
I would get out of this situation, and I would get out alive.
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