Chapter 70: Nightmare's Subject

[WARNING: This chapter may refer to some sensitive topics, such as rape and abuse, which may be upsetting to some readers.]

I was aware of everything and I could do nothing. I could only weep tears of dread, disgust, hopelessness as he had his way with me.

This was my worst nightmare come true. I swore to myself that I would never let this happen to myself again.

I could actually fight back this time - I had learned the skills that I needed, I was prepared.

But it still wasn't good enough.

I would never be good enough.

Jordan's sweat dripped on my face, mixing with my tears.

He kept saying things about my "rightful place" and how I was less than a human being.

I looked past his face that held a lusful expression, at the low, dark ceiling that had cobwebs hanging from it.

Danté wasn't here to save me this time - like he did when the giant man almost had his way with me.

Nick wasn't here either.