Rafael

"No! Please, someone help!" she choked out, her head swimming from the drug. She didn't think, just jabbed him with the hairpin—anything to escape. She ran, blindly, desperately, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then she saw it: a mansion, a beacon of hope in the desolate woods. She pounded on the door, a frantic plea for sanctuary. It opened, revealing a shadowy hallway, and she stumbled inside, the rapist hot on her heels. Just as his hand reached for her, the door slammed shut, a heavy, echoing sound that sealed her escape—for now. She crumpled to the ground, the world tilting on its axis.