The man's lips curled into a predatory smile as he looked down at me. "Be good, and you'll suffer less," he promised.
His words sent ice through my veins. I tried to crawl away, but he caught me easily.
He lunged at me, his weight pinning me to the ground. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe under his crushing weight.
"Let me go," I pleaded, trying to sound calm despite my terror. "I can give you money."
The man sneered, his yellowed teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Money? Money isn't as good as a beautiful woman."
He leaned down, pressing his lips against my cheek. The smell of him—stale cigarettes and cheap moonlight wine—made my stomach turn.
I struggled beneath him, trying to buck him off. But he was too strong, his body effectively trapping mine.
His rough hands tore at m
