𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍
"It's your fault, bitch. It's all your fault."
The heavy body pressed me onto the floor, cruel hands tearing at my clothes, and then there was pain, brutal, searing pain as he slammed into me, all the while telling me that it was my punishment, that I deserved to pay.
"Don't!" I screamed, fighting, but I couldn't move, couldn't breathe underneath him. "Stop, please stop!"
"Calm down," he whispered into my ear in English. "Just calm the fuck down."
The incongruity of Kevin speaking English jolted me for a second, but I was in too much of a panic to analyze it fully. The pain of the violation and the shame were like a vise crushing my chest. I was suffocating, spinning into the cold darkness, and all I could do was fight, scream, and fight.
