VEDA

With his hand still around my throat, he forced my head down with the other. “Get on your knees, bitch.”

I resisted, shaking my head back and forth, and tried to keep my voice strong. “No. You don’t want to do this. You’re just hurting.”

“So you’re not so scared that you won’t fight me, huh?” He shook the water out of his face. “Good. Fight. You’ve already got me so fucking hard I’m about to blow.”

Even though I knew it would do no good, I did fight him, with one hand wrapped around his arm and the other trying to push him away from me as I...