TW: attempted sexual assault
“No! Get off me!”
Tears stung my eyes. My brain went fuzzy, like it always did when things moved too fast. I couldn’t think—couldn’t find the right words to scream at him to make him give up. All I knew was I hated him.
I tried pushing him again, nails digging into his arms, but Elliot barely flinched. He was too strong.
His grip tightened around my wrists as he forced my arms above my head. I twisted, kicked, tried anything—but it was like fighting a wall.
“Stop fighting me,” he growled, pinning me against the dresser. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to remind you who you belong to.”
“I don’t want you! Go away!”
He ignored me, his lips crashing onto mine again. I turned my face away but he just kissed down my jaw, then my neck.
“No—please,” I begged, but my voice was too soft, cracking in the middle.
