He pushed me back into a corner. I desperately grabbed at the walls, trying to resist him. I knew I wanted it, though. He slowly began to close in on me. His breath lingered with mine, and the corner of my room touched my back. I shivered softly, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

I inhaled sharply. His hand fell onto my chest. I felt myself turning red as his hand moved, gently. I shivered once more and looked up at him. Only time I looked directly into his eyes. At that moment, his touch became almost electric. I immediately let out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't fiery.

I tilted my head slightly and sighed onto his neck. He chuckled and let out a soft groan. I felt him push against me, knocking me on my butt. I felt helpless and a bit excited. I knew not of what he was capable of, but I liked it. No, I loved it.

He ground against me roughly and I whimpered. The squeak that escaped me was followed by a grunt. He hit me, but not as hard as a man would usually hit a whimpering female. It was light and assertive, as if saying to be quiet and he wouldn't hurt me further. I bit my lip the entire time, the harsh grinding making my back scrape against the wall. At one point, he'd just stop.

I looked up at him, unaware of the single tear that fell from my eye. He held my face and wiped the droplet away with his thumb. I nuzzled against his hand and pressed my lips to his palm. I stared at him for a long while, and slowly, he began to close in on my face. I felt myself turn red, and my face begin to burn as his lips touched mine. He collapsed in front of me, holding onto  my body tightly as we both shook. I was never more afraid of that face that haunted my mind. Never.