The Rebirth of Love
THEA'S P. O. V
I was in the middle of a peaceful sleep—finally after days—when I suddenly felt something rummaging my body.
My breath hitched, trapped in my throat like a frightened bird. His hands, rough and calloused, were everywhere, violating the sanctity of my body, my very being. I tried to scream, but the terror constricting my chest choked the sound before it could escape. His eyes, cold and predatory, held no hint of remorse, only a burning, animalistic lust. He was a monster, a shadow of humanity, and I was his prey. The stench of cheap cologne and something else, something darker and more sinister, filled my nostrils. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear, to become
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