POV: Ameera

“Fine!

I’ll do it!

I’ll clean the damn blood, just take your hands off me!” I told him sternly, swatting his hands off before he inserted his finger into my panties. I’ve never seen a man as petty and annoying as he is. How the hell does he derive joy from torturing me this way?

It felt like I was under a spell or something. I have no control over my body, and even if I yelled and screamed at him a thousand times, telling him to let me go, there is still a part of me that wishes for him to make real of his threat. I...