Adamo had me pinned to the wall, I tried to squirm my way free from his grasp, unsuccessfully. “Get off Me!” I cried at him, he was not fazed, “I said get off me!” again he took no notice, my head started to whirl, as the realisation that he had no intention of letting me go dawned. Panic started to set in as I tried to free myself, from his grip. I attempted to reason with him
“Why are you doing this?”,
“this is wrong, I do not want you to touch me” I shouted at him,
He was not fazed by me, his eyes filled with anger, hate and lust, he just gripped tighter on my wrists that were now sore from his vice type hold on them. I knew he had no intention of stopping now, so anger rose up, if he were going to do this, I would fight him with all I had including my words.
“You think a real
