The sound of my own screams was deafening, a jagged, pathetic noise that seemed to fill the entire room. Every time he pressed, every time he forced his touch on me, the years between my childhood and now collapsed. I wasn't just in his grip; I was back in that bathroom, I was back on those stairs, I was back in the cycle that I thought I had escaped."Don't," I choked out, my voice raw, my cheek stinging from the force of his blow. "Please, just stop.""You haven't changed a bit, Gelly," he sneered, his hands cold and possessive. "Still the same sweet little thing."He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, when a sudden, violent thud echoed through the room. It was followed by the screech of metal against metal.Clang. Clang.Matt froze, his head snapping toward the center of the room. Andre was straining against the chains, his muscles corded and tense as he threw his entire weight against the chair. He wasn't just struggling; he was fighting with a primal, desperate rage.
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