Prologue:
As he grabbed my hair, he queried, "Recalling our previous moment," before forcefully pressing his lips against mine. In response, I fiercely bit his lips, provoking his frustration. In an instant, he threw me roughly onto the bed, discarding his towel, and swiftly removed my clothes, leaving me barely clad in my underwear. Despite the countless slaps across my face, I fought back desperately, not willing to surrender until he overpowered me, rendering me helpless. "No!" I screamed, writhing beneath him, as my conscience urged, "You can't let him win." Joe stood by, captivated by the scene, groaning with delight, "You're so incredibly attractive," he muttered, indulging himself further. My cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as he continued his relentless assault, until I lost consciousness. Awakened later, I found myself naked and alone in the icy room, a burning determination fueling my desire for vengeance.
