*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
As I struggled to get out of Royce’s grip, I tried to gather all the strength I had to make it harder for him to touch me while I kicked and screamed. I wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing, but I had a good idea of what it could be, and I wasn’t going to let him have his way without a fight.
Royce seemed to be having a hard time keeping me still while he fumbled to keep me pinned to the floor. He tightened his legs around my waist, his hand still holding mine above my head. I saw his other hand move to the hem of his pants, and that’s when I officially freaked out.
The scream that left my throat was horrifying, but the idea of being touched by him made me want to be dead instead. If he could only make it quicker. It didn’t seem like anyone was coming to my rescue. Archie was probably thinking I had made it to the hideout.