“Marcus!” I gasped as I felt the cold winds touch my naked chest.
“Please…” I begged, his eyes were hooded, he couldn’t hear me. He couldn’t see me either, all he could see was…
“Farida…stay open for me” he whispers. He was not in his right senses, I told my self continuously as I tried to struggle out of his hold but he was much stringer, even in his drunken state.
“Don’t fight…”
“ Marcus please, this isn’t you” I pleaded. My words fell on deaf ears and my tears began to fall freely. He was having difficulty with the buttons so he ripped the rest of the dress off leaving my legs exposed to the cold winds, I was in my underwear but that soon came off as well.
Never have I felt so much shame before, I cried out for help…I knew it was futile but I still did.
“Stay quiet…I will give yo
