"Fine, I'll tell you, but promise not to get mad." I turned to look at him, his face twitching between anger and excitement.

"Tell me." His demanding tone made my heart race.

Weirdly, seeing him all worked up was giving me this strange thrill too.

"In the closet, he pressed..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Then what? Didn't you fight back?"

"Of course I did, but he was so strong, holding me tight. I tried to stop him ...