FiftyThree

Ashira’s POV   The bastards’ hands travelled on my arms, trying to act gentle though his fingers are digging on my skin. I can feel his urge to abuse me sexually, physically, even mentally. His aura screams dominance, a sadistic nature that won’t do any good. I know I’m in danger but I didn’t realize the level of harm I’m in until just now where I lay on this bed with him hovering on my top. I can’t move. I don’t have any strength to do so. The potion made me weak, lifting my inhuman senses and skills, leaving me with a frail body. “This is the difference in power between us, Luna. I can do this,” he cupped my breast, hard! I cried from the force he pose, he was not being gentle at all! I can feel that this will bruise from the way he was kneading my breast! “and you can’t do anything but to cry.” he laughed and let go of my breast. The moment I was freed from his touch, I pulled myself up to the headboard of the bed, asking for it to sink me through the wall. To help. Tears fell on my