Chapter 27

I turn my head to try to block it out and find some inner peace, but I can’t. The goodness is dying as I lose a grip on the reality of my surroundings, and instead, fear and panic are gripping my insides so that I am no longer pulling him to me but pushing instead. Arrick’s face is buried in my neck, oblivious to the torment going through my skull as he pushes faster and harder into me, groaning as he does so, and I can’t take it anymore.

It feels like he has disconnected from me, that he’s inside me, but all he wants is the end goal, to fuck me and leave me here like the broken mess I was when I met him. Like he’s using me for a vile and dirty release.

I know none of that makes sense, but I can’t help it, I’m losing control of all of it, and I am left open and vulnerable with another man who only wants to get inside of me, to use my body as a vessel for his perverted end. My sanity scatters in the wind as my past collides and pushes reason out the door. He is as good as