CHAPTER 11

Fiona

I lay in my room, anxiety gnawing at my insides as I waited for the inevitable. Tristan continued to visit my room every night in the next few days, his intentions clear as day. He longed for me sexually, and I dreaded what came next.

Every day, it was always the same. He came in, said nothing much, and just touched my body with his hard hands without much announcement, my firm breasts his favorite organ in my body. I still feel pains from the way he grabs my breasts. He then pushes me to the bed and mounts me roughly. This was the routine every single day. It was painful, the last few days felt like hell to me. How I had imagined being with him before was nothing close to what became my reality.

Tonight, there was something different about Tristan’s approach. He entered quietly, the creaking floorboards betraying his presence. I felt his fingers, gentle like a whisper, brush my hair from my face. His eyes bore into mine, a deep, penetrating gaze that sent shivers down my spine.