"Be quiet, bastard."I open my eyes in the midst of darkness. The head of a masked man is just inches from my face, whispering those words again, "Be quiet, bastard." I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. One of his hands explores my leg, a few inches above my knee, making my stomach churn."Stop..." My tears flow along with my sobs. "Please, stop." His cold hand moves slowly upward; I shut my eyes and push his body, which is pinning me down, with all my strength.Suddenly, he encircles both my wrists with his other hand, restraining me from squirming. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I squirm again, this time more forcefully. His hand tightens around my wrists, and I can almost smell the alcohol on his breath as he pants...***"Eleanor!"I stare into a pair of deep blue eyes as my eyes open, and he's very close to me. But I still can't move my hands. "Mr—Mr. Shaw?" My voice trembles, just like my entire body right now. He looks a bit angry as he gazes at me, then I realize
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