I tried pulling my hands from his grip, but it’s too tight and he’s too strong to begin with. I can feel my hands sinking down in bed with the force he is using to limit my movement. “M-Master, stop,” I pleaded, almost whispering. I am starting to feel scared. I am starting to regret my decision of not leaving when he told me so.
He just looked at me with an expressionless eyes. He stared at me as if he heard no plea. Then he leaned to close the gap of our lips, but I was able to avoid his kiss by shifting my face to my side. But since I can’t completely avoid him, he was able to caught my lips.
I groaned as I used all of my remaining force to break free from him. I can’t help but to tear up as mixed emotions started to swallow me. Fear, regret, confusion—those were some of the few emot
