Islinda could never forget the unsettling feeling of Aldric taking advantage of her body. It was as if an external force had seized control, leaving her powerless and scared. The anxiety began to creep up within her, evident by the panic in her eyes
"No, no, no..." Islinda pleaded, turning against her own will. She stared up at Aldric, who held her gaze with a steadfast determination. She despised him, hated the audacity he had to control her. She was not his puppet - he couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
Islinda desperately tried to create a mental barrier, hoping that it would be enough to block him out. However, just like before, she wasn't strong enough. Aldric penetrated her mind, asserting his control over her.
"Move!" Aldric's command resonated in her head, and her legs moved on their own accord.
