When I see you begin undressing, I peer around for any type of object to use to defend myself. As I begin to wish I wore more, I scoot back, knees against chest and trying to pull hands free. I wasn't about to try hopping away. Even I knew that would result in making him more alert or maybe even get him angry. I turn my gaze away, not wanting to think about this, pretty much terrified when I thought about what could happen. He obviously was going to rape.. me and.. maybe even kill me. I tried to press my back even further into the headboard, shaking.
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