★ELAINE'S POV★I was yelling, but my voice was muffled by the large masculine hands enclosed in my mouth. “Shhh....it's me, it's me.” my assailant cooed, but I couldn't identify who the voice actually belong to. So I kept on trying to wriggle free. With a swift maneuver, he whisk me around to face him, one of his hands pressed against the small of my back, and the other cupped my chin. Making my chest press against his hard rocked ones, yet, I could barely see his face. Fear replaced the rage I felt moments ago. “I have been waiting for you, I thought you wouldn't be able to make it, tonight.” He blurts, and I could feel him leaning toward my face because his breath fanned against mine. In truth, I was more disconcerted, pretty much, that I forgot my plight for a second, and I was trying to pinpoint what the hell was going on. I didn't even realize that I had stopped crying until now. But the moment his lips grazed mine, I gathered up my strength and pushed him away from me. My
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