Alexandra’s POV I was trembling on the cold, unforgiving floor beneath Peter. My body felt paralyzed, every nerve screaming in panic, yet I could not move—he had full control of the situation, and I was terrifyingly, achingly vulnerable, unable to defend myself. I felt the heat of his body pressing down, his sweat slick against my skin, sticky and hot, his pre-cum smeared across me in an invasive, violating mark. He positioned himself at my entrance, looming, ready to ruin me, and I could feel the sharp, dark intent radiating from him. He yanked my hair violently and hissed in my ear, “Take every inch, slut,” slamming inside me in one swift, unrelenting thrust. A scream tore from my throat, louder than anything I had ever cried before, a raw, soul-piercing sound. The pain wasn’t just physical—it raked through my very being, slicing into the fragments of my broken spirit, dragging memories of shame, fear, and helplessness along with i
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