*Rosie Fay-Donovan*

As I struggled to get out of Royce’s grip, I tried to gather all the strength I had to make it harder for him to touch me while I kicked and screamed. I wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing, but I had a good idea of what it could be, and I wasn’t going to let him have his way without a fight.

Royce seemed to be having a hard time keeping me still while he fumbled to keep me pinned to the floor. He tightened his legs around my waist, his hand ...