Nia’s Pov
The rogue's weight crushed down on me, his body pinning mine to the rough pavement like a predator claiming its kill. I thrashed beneath him, my arms flailing, legs kicking wildly, but he was too strong, his hands clamped around my wrists, yanking them up and over my head in one brutal motion.
The concrete scraped against my back, cold and unyielding, as tears broke free, hot and unstoppable, streaming down my cheeks. This can't be happening, my mind screamed, fracturing under the terror. Not here, not in the middle of the street like some discarded trash. Is this rogue really going to... to…r… me? The thought clawed at me, twisting my gut into knots.
He leaned in closer, his foul breath hot against my neck, and sniffed deep, animalistic drags that made my skin crawl. His nos
