Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit basement, her hands bound above her head. She struggled against her restraints, cursing her captor as she tried to wriggle free.
"You're awake," a voice said from the shadows. Sarah tensed, readying herself for a fight. A man stepped into the light, smirking at her as he approached. "I see you're still as feisty as ever."
Sarah spat in his face, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're a fucking animal," she hissed. "Let me go, you sick bastard."
The man laughed, wiping the spittle from his cheek. "Oh, I don't think you're in any position to make demands, my dear." He undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. "You're mine now. My sex slave."
Sarah rolled her eyes, trying to hide her disgust. "You've got to be kidding me. You're not my type."
The man ignored her, running his hands over his body as he undressed. Sarah looked away, her stomach churning. "Don't touch me," she said, her voice shaking.
The man approached her, his eyes glinting with desire. He ran his hands over Sarah's body, causing her to shudder in disgust. "You'll learn to enjoy my touch," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Sarah tried to kick him away, but he was too strong. He overpowered her, his hands groping her breasts. "Stop it," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're hurting me."
The man laughed, his breath hot on Sarah's neck. "You'll learn to like it," he said, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shirt.
Sarah continued to struggle, insulting the man as she tried to push him away. "You're a Neanderthal," she said, her voice filled with contempt. "A brute."
The man ignored her, his hands finally managing to undo her shirt. Sarah's breasts spilled out, her nipples hard from the cold. The man grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "You're beautiful," he said, his fingers tracing her nipples.
Sarah's heart raced as the man continued to touch her, his hands exploring her body. She tried to fight him off, her mind racing as she searched for a way to escape.
The man undid her restraints, his hands still on her body. Sarah saw her chance and kicked him in the groin. The man doubled over in pain, giving Sarah the opportunity to escape.
She ran towards the door, but it was locked. She turned to face the man, who was slowly getting back to his feet. Sarah grabbed a nearby object and threatened to hit him if he came any closer.
The man smirked, his eyes filled with amusement. "You're not going anywhere, my dear."
Sarah insulted his intelligence, her voice filled with anger. "You're making a big mistake," she said, her eyes blazing with fury.
The man ignored her, advancing towards her. Sarah swung the object at him, but he dodged it. He grabbed Sarah and threw her onto the bed, his hands pinning her down.
Sarah struggled, her mind racing as she tried to find a way to escape. The man undressed her, his hands rough as they explored her body. Sarah continued to insult him, her voice filled with disgust.
"You're a rapist," she said, her voice shaking. "A monster."
The man ignored her, his hands on her body. The chapter ended with Sarah's clothes scattered on the floor and the man's hands on her body. Sarah's heart raced as she tried to find a way to escape, her mind filled with fear and anger.
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