A strange sensation floods over my body, an involuntary reaction to his brutality. A need for him to take me, drain me, make me his, even if it means my death. It concerns me just how much I want to give in to his violent promises, like it’s an instinctual urge that I should want to fight but don’t. My body goes slack, giving up the fight and submitting to him. He pushes me back into the tree, covering my body with his.
