My heart skipped a beat as he moved closer. Before I could move away, he turned me again and pulled me close. My body continued to tremble as I was crumbling by the feeling of being depraved.

This time I felt him slipping down the zipper of my dress. Losing my strength and I convulsed, absolutely petrified, I put my hands over my chest to stop the dress from falling from the front.

His hand travelled down to the side of my leg. Under those layers of my thick dress, I could still feel the sensation of his touch. My heart lost its beat, my breath caught up in my...