Page 29 of Sinful Scars

Inside is a photo of Elle and her mother from when she was a child, around the age she was when I first met her all those years ago…

I feel a pang of guilt for hanging on to it for so long, knowing how much it means to Elle, but I’ve secretly enjoyed carrying a piece of her around with me like this because it’s as close as I’ll ever be able to get to her.

I wish I could have more, but I’ve already crossed too many lines when it comes to Elle. While it’s unlikely that she remembers me from all those years ago, I can’t risk taking any chances. My identity needs to remain a secret if I want to stay alive long enough to protect Elle.

We never should’ve kissed. I became so caught up in it that she could have easily slipped the blindfold off, and it would have been game over.

I can’t afford to let my guard down like that again. If she were to learn who I am and it got back to Alexei…

My body shudders at the thought.

My attention snaps in Elle’s direction as she gets to her feet, carefully packing her book away into her bag and shrugging on her coat.

Time to go.

I wrap the delicate gold chain into a ball and slip it back into my pocket, excited at the prospect of having an excuse to visit her later.

It won’t be the first time I’ve been in her room while she’s been asleep, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

9

ELLE

His scorching breathburns my cheek as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“I bet you like it rough.” His voice is laced with amusement as he ties the blindfold around my eyes. “It’s always the innocent looking ones that are freaks in the bedroom.”

Everything goes dark.

I should feel grateful that I don’t have to look at his face, to witness the sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

My throat burns as I fight the urge to vomit as he moves to straddle my body, the heavy weight of him on top of me making my eyes sting.

I’m completely helpless against him.

My legs are pinned in place by his thighs, and my hands are bound so tightly to the headboard that there is no chance of me pulling them free.

“Please.” My voice cracks as the reality of what is about to happen sets in.

“I fucking love it when you beg.” He runs a calloused finger over my cheek. “Cry all you want, sweetheart. The tears only makeme harder.”

This is just a dream. I got out in time,hedidn’t let them get far enough to go through with it.

But I can’t escape.

When my attacker’s fingers grab at the buttons on my blouse, I swallow a sob as he yanks it open.

Breathe.

I will survive this.

“I don’t normally like small tits but I can make these work.” His fingers trail along the swell of my breasts.

My skirt is hitched up around my waist, exposing my underwear.

“These are very naughty. I can’t decide whether I want to keep them on.”

I wince as I pull against the rope that binds my hands to the bed, the skin around my wrists raw and chapped.

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