“What are you doing? Take your hands off of me,” I said, not hiding my fear any longer. “Are all the Thomas girls this feisty?” he said, his tone gruff as he tugged me against him harder this time. My hands fell from the showerhead because I’d rather be knocked out by a big piece of metal than be ground up against by this animal. I shoved him hard against his chest and he just laughed and squeezed my waist with more force. The showerhead did not fall, and I realized he’d used that as a ploy to get me in here. My heart started racing and sweat gathered at my hairline. “Let me go right now,” I
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