TWENTY-NINE.

No…

This can't be real. This isn't happening…

“Yo…you're meant to be in prison.” I stutter as I stare down at my trembling hands.

“Got out on good behaviour two months ago.” He whispers.

He encircles my arm with his big callous hand. My body tenses up further, causing my muscles to scream out in pain.

Derek starts to drag me down the right side of the room, turning down an abandoned corridor used for deliveries.

He shoves me into the wall, slamming the side of my face against the hard, cold surface.

“Pl.pl…please don’t!” I sob, “I.I. wo. won't tell anybody. I swear.” Pain spreads across my face as he uses his hand to push my head further into the wall.

“Don't scream, or I'll snap your neck like a fucking twig. Do you hear me?” He hisses in my ear.

I gulp, fear forbids my body from moving. Imprisoning me in its stillness. I am conscious of his presence, his heady breathing, and his growing cock that presses into me from behind.

His hand snakes around my jaw, covering my mouth as