Fuck that, why was I blaming myself? Wear jeans and a sweater so assholes can’t grope me as easily? Wander around sweating and uncomfortable because some fucking low-life can’t keep his hands to himself?
Fuck.
That.
The fear was back. I’d felt so strong, so powerful, when I’d gotten away from them and told them off, and now I felt helpless again.
I was trapped, held to the floor, wearing lightweight clothing.
There was absolutely nothing left to protect me.
Unlike El Jefe, they didn’t have to hold rape over my head as a last assault, a final weapon of terror.
I could hardly breathe.
William’s free hand moved lower as he nipped my collarbone. I thought of Merle, of Merle kissing me there, of Merle over me, and I almost wept.
I was totally, totally fucked.
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