Dawn’s POV
Before I had any chance to react, he lunged at with devastating speed. His rough hands seized the fabric of my shirt and tore it apart down the center, exposing my chest completely. The sound of ripping cotton echoed in the empty gym like a gunshot.
His grip was iron as he pinned both my wrists above my head with one powerful hand. His other hand worked frantically to yank my pants down past my hips. The cold air hit my skin like a slap.
I writhed beneath him, fighting with every ounce of strength I possessed, but my resistance only seed to fuel his determination. He pressed down harder, his weight crushing the breath from my lungs.
Using his knees, he forced my legs apart despite my desperate attempts to keep them closed. His own shorts ca down in one swift motion, and his eyes never left my face throughout the entire process. There was sothing predatory in his gaze that made my stomach turn.
I twisted my head to the side, refusing to et his stare, but his free hand roughly grabbed my chin and forced to look directly at him. The mont our eyes locked, he positioned himself and thrust forward without warning.
I wanted to scream that it was agony. I wanted to claim that the pain was unbearable. But that would have been a lie.
The terrible truth was that this violation barely registered as physical discomfort anymore. My body had grown numb to Fletcher and his particular brand of cruelty. This was not his first ti using as an outlet for his rage.
He reserved this special punishnt for select individuals. The ones who caught his interest in ways that others did not. Right now, that unfortunate distinction belonged to .
His movents were rapid and brutal, sweat dripping from his face onto mine as he grunted like an animal above . Each thrust was accompanied by harsh breathing that filled the otherwise silent space.
He kept forcing his mouth against mine, trying to kiss , but I remained completely unresponsive. I stared at the wall beyond his shoulder and transported my mind sowhere far away from this place. Sowhere safe.
Fletcher was like a wild beast that had been caged too long, and now he was unleashing every bit of his pent-up fury and aggression into my unwilling body. His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave marks that would last for days.
But I refused to give him the satisfaction of tears. Not a single drop would fall while this monster was on top of . I had learned long ago that crying only encouraged him.
I lay motionless beneath him and silently urged him to finish quickly so I could escape. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached his climax and rolled off of with a satisfied grunt.
As I started to sit up and gather the torn remnants of my clothing, Fletcher turned back toward . His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap that sent tumbling back onto the wrestling mat.
The impact left my ears ringing and my vision blurred for several seconds. I tasted blood where my teeth had cut into my inner lip.
"Do not forget what we discussed here today. And learn to keep your damn mouth shut from this point forward. You will follow orders when they are given to you. Is that crystal clear?" Fletcher commanded, his voice cold and threatening.
"Yes, sir." I managed to whisper, struggling to sit upright again.
I pulled my pants back up with shaking hands and tried to arrange the destroyed fabric of my shirt to cover as much of myself as possible. Then I bolted from the gym as fast as my legs could carry .
I sprinted across the field toward my dormitory building, my bare feet slapping against the cold pavent. The night air cut through my torn clothes and chilled to the bone, but I did not slow down until I reached safety.
Once inside the building, my only thought was reaching the communal showers where I could scrub away every trace of what had just happened. But as I hurried down the hallway, a door suddenly swung open beside .
I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart hamring against my ribs.
"Dawn." Liam’s voice was soft with concern, and I found myself completely paralyzed.
My vocal cords had seized up entirely. I could not form words or even move a muscle.
Liam stepped out of his room and approached slowly, taking in my disheveled appearance and torn clothing. When he noticed the tears that had finally begun streaming down my face, his expression darkened with understanding.
"Dear god. Not again." He disappeared back into his room for a mont and returned with a thick blanket that he wrapped carefully around my shoulders. Then he guided gently into his space.
He imdiately grabbed his phone and dialed a number. Within minutes, there was a knock at his door.
"Dawn. Liam called ." Sophie said as she rushed toward the chair where I sat huddled in Liam’s blanket.
"He should not have bothered you. I just need to shower." I said quietly.
"I understand, sweetheart. But you need dical attention first." She replied gently.
"What is the point? They will not take any action. The mont we ntion Fletcher’s na, any evidence will conveniently disappear. You know this as well as I do. It would be a waste of ti." I said.
"She is absolutely right. They will not lift a finger to help her." Liam agreed grimly.
"Then let us at least make sure you are physically okay. Nothing more than that." Sophie suggested.
"No. Please stop pushing this. I refuse to see a doctor." I said firmly.
"Alright then. What do you need from us?" She asked.
"I honestly do not know." I admitted as fresh tears began to fall.
"That is perfectly fine. You do not need to have all the answers right now." She said, moving closer to embrace .
There had been countless monts when I considered running away from this institution. Escaping from Fletcher and his reign of terror. But I knew that my departure would only an he would select a new target for his abuse.
I was not his first victim and I would certainly not be his last. But right now, I just wanted to be anywhere but here.
As I sat there contemplating my limited options and uncertain future, an image suddenly flashed through my mind. The face of that woman again. Luna Elena.
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