The third point of view:
A strong arm had held her like this before. However, there was a difference now. The previous arm had betrayed and used her in the worst possible way and when he was about to reap the fruit of his sly effort, the other arm destroyed his hard work. And it was in that arm that she was right now.
"May I? "
Cecil was honestly surprised when he asked for permission to touch her, she had been expecting him to just go ahead and have his way while she fights against the urge to run off. But right now, she calmed down, as if her body was finally recognizing him.
"Yes," Cecil breathed. It was as if her voice had vanished to God knows where.
Immediately, he pushed her up against the wall while she used that opportunity to ensure she was properly anchored to him. He stared into her eyes once more and she could see the assurance there - he was not going to hurt her.
