Then his weight pins me down.

My body won't respond.

My mind races, screaming to fight, but I'm trapped in stillness. I'm powerless beneath him.

"Shh, shh. It'll be over soon," he whispers, his tongue trailing my jaw as I try to shake my head. His hand holds me still. "Don't make this harder for yourself."

My heart threatens to burst from my chest. Tears burn as I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for an end to this nightmare. His hands invade, cruel and claiming, each touch a brand of ownership that scorches through me. I'm fragmenting, a silent scream lodged in my throat as he takes pieces of my soul.

Inch by inch.

"You feel real fucking good." His words echo in the chaos of my mind. I wish I could dissolve, vanish into nothing and forget.

But you don't forget something like this. As much as your mind tries to, your body always remembers.

I try to detach, to convince myself this isn't real. Just a horror movie scene, not my life. I shut my eyes to escape, but the darkness only sharpens his presence—his hands roaming with terrible ownership, one at my neck, the other violating. His body keeps me pinned, a constant reminder of my helplessness.

"Please st—" My voice breaks, pathetically weak.

His whisper poisons the air. "Just ride it out baby, ride it out."

A bang at the door pierces my despair. "Evan!" someone shouts.

Hope flickers, fragile and brief.

"Fuck off," he snarls, hand clamping over my mouth. I can't breathe. He leans close, threat dripping from every word. "Scream and I'll fucking ruin you. Tell anyone this wasn't what you wanted, and everyone will see this." His phone flashes, capturing my humiliation.

"This is going to stay between us. You keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed,” he taunts.

I manage a weak nod, a tear escaping as reality crashes down. I tell myself if I just hold my breath, maybe this nightmare will fade to black. Maybe I can pretend none of this is real. But the darkness offers no escape; he still dominates every sense.

The door bursts open. Claire's voice cuts through everything: "Nora!?"

Evan recoils, his weight suddenly gone. Air floods my lungs as I collapse inward, shaking violently. Claire yanks at him, but her fury is aimed at me. Her words slice through the chaos, pinning me down.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Claire's rage contorts her face, veins throbbing at her temples. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. You two-faced whore."

Her accusations hit like physical blows, twisting reality into a grotesque parody where I'm the villain. In this moment, I realize I'll never be the same. Something fundamental has shattered inside me.

I stumble past Evan, his sneer following me. "Frigid bitch." Each syllable cuts deeper than the last, exposing raw wounds I didn't know existed. They've broken me completely.

Some damages are too profound to ever fully heal.