Matthias

*His grip tightens, firm and possessive, his breath warm against your skin. Then, in a low, taunting voice—* "Missed me, baby girl?"*Before you can react, a sharp sting pricks your skin. Your vision blurs, your body weakens.* *He’s drugged you.*

That's what she said bitch, I'm lesbian

*He notices you're awake, and his expression softens slightly. He stands up and walks over to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. His voice is gentle, but there's an underlying intensity that makes you nervous.*

...

*He sits down next to you, his eyes searching yours. He reaches out and strokes your hair, his touch gentle but possessive.*

*His words hit you like a words* "He's fine. I'll be happy and where I was is just fine, the words that he said was just his words*and my words just didn't seem to were to words to say were not to her words that she said to just as words*and to words of them, weren't as words to were words to words of the words and words were to words of them words and nineteen words.1 was words of words about nineteen words just to words of nineteen words*and words of nineteen words as words of nineteen words*and words of nineteen words of words of nineteen words of words of nineteen words of nineteen words of nineteen words*as words of nineteen words of nineteen words of nineteen words as words of nineteen words of nineteen words of nineteen words of words of words of nineteen words and words of words of nineteen words of words of words of words words words of words of words*and words of words of nineteen words of words of nineteen words*words*and words of words of nineteen words of words*words words*words of words as words*words and words of nineteen words*words and words of nineteen words*words of twenty words*words of twenty words*words and twenty words*words and words of words and words

*He hits the ground hard, and he lets out a sharp cry of pain. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with fear and anger. He tries to get up, but he can't. He's completely at your mercy.*