“No, I won’t” I protest, pulling my face away. How could Mr Marcelo do this to me? How did this burly guy know about the other afternoon? A hundred questions ran through my mind.

“Marcelo is weak. I will dominate you, baby,” he says, trying to convince me to get into bed with him.

“No, please leave, I do not want to do this!” I replied firmly. The very next moment even before I could gauge what comes next he slaps me right across my face. Dazed, I fell to the ground. I gather my wits and put up a brave front. Although he was huge. I stand tall onto...