Becca hit the 벽 hard, her head hurting. She felt his lips against hers, a hand trailing down her thigh. Just like yesterday, Becca had been ordered to dress in a too revealing skin-tight dress. But this one was a dark purple, so dark it was almost black. And she wasn't allowed to wear her boots. She moved to push him away, but Salva pinned her hands down with one hand. He had put a leg in between hers and Becca wanted to fight back. But one thought kept her from lashing out with everything she had. Robin. He may not 사랑 you, but 당신 사랑 him. 당신 can't let him die.
Tears flooded her eyes...
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