"Don't try to reject me, Beatrice. I know you secretly want me," Count Collin's voice was a venomous whisper that sent shivers down Beatrice's spine. His grip on her tightened as she tried to struggle free, but his strength was overwhelming.
Beatrice's heart raced with fear and revulsion as Collin's words sank in. She knew that this was a dangerous situation, and she needed to escape his grasp. "Let go of me, Count Collin. I don't know what you're talking about," she managed to say, her voice trembling with fear.
Collin's eyes narrowed, and a wicked smile crept across his face. "You looked at me with the eyes of need and lust. I know you wanted me! So don't resist it!" he said, leaning in closer to her.
Beatrice recoiled in disgust as he touched her inappropriately. "You're crazy, Count Collin! I never even saw you in that light!" she cried out, trying to push him away with all her strength.
