I yanked away from the crazy basyard, heart pounding in my throat, but he grabbed my arm tighter, pulling me toward the bed.
"You touch me again and I'll kill you," I spat, kicking at him.
He caught my leg mid-air and shoved me hard. I landed on the bed, bouncing once, struggling to get up as he loomed over me.
"Do it then," he said. "Kill me. You won't even make it out of this room."
I knew it. Right at this instant that I was cornered and done for. I hiccuped as Álvaro undid his belts, a maniacal grin plastered on his face.
Was I going to say I was no longer weak and yet, weakly allow Álvaro have his way with me?
No. Not in a room in the house where Axel lived. Not in the bedframe or the floor beneath my feet.
Because while my body trembled and my skin recoiled, something old and buried rose from the depths like a demon finally unshackled. I had felt powerless too many times.
