Ruthless Desires
My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter.
The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat.
“You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.”
“I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”