LISA’S POV“Are you ready?” Jonas asked, his voice dripping with malice. He towered over me, his dark attire contrasting with my silver gown in the early morning light. I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter.I nodded, paralyzed by his close proximity. His smile was cruel and twisted, making my skin crawl. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my face, as he uttered his next words. “Good, Lisa. Very good.”"What are you doing?" I whispered, trying to sound brave but failing miserably as he continued to hover around my face.“Kiss me, Lisa.” His voice rumbled.“Please, Jonas, don’t do this,” I begged. My voice trembled as I tried to back away from him, but his grip was firm, making escape impossible. He ignored my plea, his hand snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to him. I could feel the stiff bulge in his pants as he continued to press himself against me."You're mine, Lisa," he whispered, his lips hovering over mine.I felt my heart hammering in my chest, lo
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