Becca hit the mur hard, her head hurting. She felt his lips against hers, a hand trailing down her thigh. Just like yesterday, Becca had been ordered to dress in a too revealing skin-tight dress. But this one was a dark purple, so dark it was almost black. And she wasn't allowed to wear her boots. She moved to push him away, but Salva pinned her hands down with one hand. He had put a leg in between hers and Becca wanted to fight back. But one thought kept her from lashing out with everything she had. Robin. He may not l’amour you, but toi l’amour him. toi can't let him die.
Tears flooded her eyes and Becca allowed them to flow over her closed eyelids. She moved her head but that didn't delay him any. Salva moved from her lips to her neck. His hand on her thigh moved to touch her in other places and Becca had to bite her tongue to keep from fighting. As he placed a string of long kisses and bites along her neck, Salva whispered words to her. Everything was about her body, perverted, and twisted. Everything was wrong. Her head was snapped back so Salva could Kiss her again. But he wanted so much more. He stuck his tongue inside her mouth, causing Becca to moan despite herself.
His hands continued to touch her, assault her. Becca wanted nothing plus than to montrer him how powerful she was. But Robin deserved to live. Even if he never loved her again. Her face became red with anger. She couldn't feel anything joyous in his touch, his kiss. She only felt deep regret and pain. There was nothing she could do. She had to face facts. Robin wasn't here to save her. He never would be again. Robin wasn't there to comfort her. He never would. He wasn't there to l’amour her. He never would. Never had she felt so helpless, so alone. A shiver ran throughout her body and the tears came faster. Robin...I'm sorry...