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His grip was strong. Holding me in my place, I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. Should I scream? No, I wouldn't be a victim. "Why are you doing this to me" I asked with a confident voice. There was no answer. All I could hear was his breathing getting louder and feeling him get more aroused. "What do you want from me?" I said trying to turn around to face him. "Don't" He said with a firm voice. "Why can't I see your face? I see it when I'm in class. You're staring me down. Probably fantasizing about the other night. Tell me, why me?" I tried to sound confident and clear, but my voice got a little quieter for every pause. I couldn't read him. I didn't know what he wanted. Did he want to f**k me again? The thought made me catch my breath in my throat. Out of nowhere h