Celine continued to struggle with what little strength she had left, but Richard's heavy body pinned her down like a massive boulder that was impossible to shift. His grip tightened, further locking her movements, while his coarse lips began to invade her skin with a greedy, sickening hunger.
Slowly, Celine's consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled from her own body. Her muscles went limp, not out of surrender, but because her soul had gone numb in the face of the bitter reality now crushing her.
"Good. If you stop fighting, this won't be quite so painful. I'll make sure you enjoy it too tonight," Richard whispered with a loathsome, triumphant tone.
