Shadows of the Past (Sarah/Lester)
Sarah can see a shadow move but before she could do anything strong hands grab her arms and she’s pushed hard against the wall. She tries to scream but forceful lips press against hers and she can barely breathe. Concentrating on sounds from outside the deserted storage room gets harder when demanding fingers slide against her skin under her shirt and a single stray teardrop slides down her cheek - she hasn’t cried since Jenny died six months ago.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Sarah?”
The voice is unbearably gentle.
“Yes,” Sarah gasps. “Yes, James, please… hurt me.”
“Are you sure this is what you want, Sarah?”
The voice is unbearably gentle.
“Yes,” Sarah gasps. “Yes, James, please… hurt me.”