Rose

When I see Steven’s bloodshot eyes and smell his sour, alcoholic breath, all I want to do is scream. But the sound gets muffled when he presses his filthy hand harder against my mouth while pulling me to him.

Does this guy ever shower? There is a putrid smell on his skin as if he has been digging in his own ass.

Disgusting.

“Aw, did you just try to scream?” Steven scoffs mockingly as he tightens his hold on me. “Well, too damn bad because no one will be coming for you this ...