[ She manages to shove the door open, but he’s there before she can bolt through it — not that it leads anywhere, but maybe she could lock the door, or bar it — and a leather hand grips her wrist.
His words are nothing but white noise. He could be saying anything, or nothing at all. He has his hands on her, that’s all that matters. She starts screaming her head off, trying to pull away with all the strength she has. ]
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His words are nothing but white noise. He could be saying anything, or nothing at all. He has his hands on her, that’s all that matters. She starts screaming her head off, trying to pull away with all the strength she has. ]