TRIGGER WARNING:
This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault. Please only read if you can handle it.
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Fabio continued to fiddle with the scissors in his hands showing how terrible he was at the moment. Every step that Fabio took to approach her, made Elena feel more desperate. She could only ask for Fabio's mercy from the glare in his eyes and the tears that kept flowing.
Elena kept shaking her head begging Fabio not to come any closer to her. She tried to move away from the edge of the bed, as Fabio laughed and moved closer and closer. Elena didn't dare to open her eyes anymore. She was afraid of what the man would do.
Fabio stroked Elena's hair and his touch made Elena shudder. Her evident fear put a broad smile on the man's face. He chuckled and said, "Relax! I won't hurt you. Are you afraid of these scissors?"
