Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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WARNING! Violence trigger. Read at your own discretion.
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The man pulled me to lean against his body, and his hands moved from my waist to my back. His face was close to mine, in an intimate manner, as if he were whispering sweet nothings.
So many things were off, and my mind was muddled with a million questions, but I had to focus on the guy whose breath was splashing on my face and I needed to figure out a way to get out of his grasp.
To make things worse, his big hand landed at the back of my neck, holding my head in place as he kissed my cheek once, twice, moving slowly lower toward my neck.
I groaned in protest, but that only incentivized him further and his tongue grazed the edge of my lip.
He inched away and looked at me smugly, silently telling me that I'm at his mercy and that he can plunder my mouth anytime he wants.
