"What do you want, Big Brother? Let go! Don't touch me! Ahh... no!" The girl shoved at the tall man's grip as he forced her into the car. Panic surged; her petite frame was no match for his swift, violent movements as he hauled her onto his lap.
"Quiet, Hana. I can't take it anymore..." The man, Noah, grabbed the front of her clothes, ripping the fabric until buttons tore free, scattering into the void.
Hana shook her head slowly, her expression crumbling into despair. She was powerless; her wrists were pinned behind her back. The grown man grew more fervent, his hands exploring the smooth, pristine porcelain of her skin.
"Don't do this, it hurts so much. I don't want to! Hana doesn't want this!"
The car door slammed shut. Outside, the world was dark and silent. Only the dim glow of the cabin light bore witness to the heated struggle. He gave her no quarter, showing no mercy even though he knew this was her first time.
