Don't Touch Me Im Scared Novels & Stories

I prayed with every being in me , praying for God to hear my prayers and give me on chance to move – maybe then I would have a chance to get away. “Aww what a pretty crybaby…” another unidentified males voice is heard from next to me. I feel his big calloused hand rub against my back. I feel my body jerky at his touch , definitely indicating that I do not want to be touched by him. His hand rubs my back in a soothing manner , however it was far from soothing. I begin to whimper , his hands make me feel dirty. His touch made me want to run away and hide. “ Please… do not touch me…” I plead with him to take his dirty flirty unwanted hands off me. My voice is laced with fear , and that is exac

I whimpered under my breath. From the corner of my eyes, I caught a man approaching me. "Are you okay?" The moment he reached a hand to touch my shoulders, I coiled and flinched backward. "Don't touch me! " "You don't look okay, is there any way I can help? " he spoke again, taking a step towards me. I backed further away. "Don't touch me! " I repeated heaving heavily this time. "Woah, alright then I won't touch you " he raised his hands in surrender...

hearing this she gets scared and realized it was none other then adrian "He opened his eyes and say it again don't you dare to touch me. "

Ducking and moving out of reach in a long sidestep. He gave me an assessing look. “You stink of fear. What’s happened.” “You.” “You’re not afraid of me.” He gave me a solid look. “Are you so sure of that?” He sighed and rolled his eyed Heavenward for patience. “You challenge me at every turn. You’re most definitely the one person not afraid of me.” “I don’t want you to touch me.” “What’s changed?” I assessed if he was being sarcastic. He’s not. “I’ve always said I didn’t want your touch. Yes, but your body eeked otherwise. Right now, you’re sweating, trembling, your breathing is ragged. You’re so scared you can barely move.”

“I can’t stand it anymore.” Alland muttered, his gaze fixed on Camella. *** Warning 18+ Alland approached Camella with a tense body, especially her hardened bottom. In the dim room, Camella’s silhouette looked very beautiful to Alland. Alland hugged Camella’s slender waist from behind. Feeling someone hug her, Camella jumped in surprise. He couldn’t see who was hugging him, but he recognized the man’s scent. “S-sir? What’s wrong?” Camella stammered.

I have a string thong on. I said, "Strip Samie Marie, or I will strip you." He growled at me." I never saw him this way before." I knew he was mean to me." But never, like this." I started shaking. I am so scared, someone please help me." I had tears in my eyes." I took my shaken hand, pulled down the strings of my dress, and it fell on the floor." I took my hands and covered my breasts so he didn't get to see them

"So you still want this? Us?” He didn't move his eyes. "More than I’ve ever wanted.” I stood up slowly and stepped toward him. He didn't reach out to touch me yet. He did nothing but watched me as I moved. I stopped in front of him and touched the edge of his sleeve. “I’m scared,” I said, my eyes filled with unspoken emotions. “I know,” he replied. I could see the hesitation in his face. Like he was trying to hold himself back. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “This is wrong but–”

he snickers as he whispers so close to me and touches my neck with his hands. I don’t like this. I really don’t like this. My legs shiver with the nearness of his. No! Not again! I don’t want this to happen one more time in my life. I don’t want anyone to touch me one more time. I don’t want to go through those nightmares again and again. Please god!

His thumb pressed against the sensitive inner curve of my elbow, sending a jolt of agony through my nerve endings. I gasped, my eyes locked on his. He gaze burned like he wanted me to fear him. To tremble beneath his touch. To understand the depth of his control. His grasp tightened further. My vision began to blur. Panic set in. "Please," I whispered. His smile twisted, "You should be afraid," he whispered back. "Afraid of what I can do." His breath caressed my ear. "Afraid of what I will do." Don't show fear.

Touch the balcony doors—locked. Touch the windows—bulletproof. Touch the walls—solid. No way out. I’m trapped. Completely. Utterly. Trapped. Tears burn again. I blink them back. I won’t cry. Not again. Not for him. But they come anyway. Silent. Hot. Streaming down my face. Because I’m scared. Terrified. Not just of him. Of me. Of what I’ll do. Of what I’ll become. How long can I fight before I give in?