Ashley's pov

My stomach coils in disgust as his hot breath fans against the bare skin of my neck. Nausea rolls in my stomach when one of his slimy fingers crawl to touch between my legs. The closed  wooden door is staring at me, mocking me.

I could taste my salty tears as I choke on a sob. Why is this happening to me? The man pinches the flesh of my vagina and groans beside my ear. My crying got louder as I thrashed more intensely in his arms.

"Please stop!" I cried but it's ...