It's Not Over Yet

My hope that he would now leave me alone vanished like clouds in the wind.

He stood before me with his legs apart. His manhood stood tall and menacing, making it abundantly clear what he had in mind.

“Open your mouth, bitch!”

Those were the first words he spoke to me. His voice was deep and hollow, sending a shiver down my spine.

I wanted to say no, but no sound came out of my mouth.