Darkest Hour

Mary's world went dark as Charles's weight crushed her beneath him, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed. She tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than her, his grip unyielding. She struggled and kicked, but he held her down, his face twisted in a snarl. As she looked up at him, she saw a glimmer of madness in his eyes, a spark of depravity that made her blood run cold. She tried to scream again, but her voice was hoarse and barely audible, her throat raw from crying out for help. Charles's face was inches from hers, his breath hot and rank. She could feel his arousal growing, his body tensing with anticipation. Mary's mind recoiled in horror as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to close her legs, but Charles was too strong. He pried them open, his hands brutal and unforgiving. Mary felt a wave of pain and fear wash over her as she realized she was about to be raped. As Charles's body covered hers, Mary felt a sense of detachment, as if she was floating above her body, watching the horror unfold. She saw Charles's face, twisted with lust and excitement, and she knew she was trapped. Charles slowly positioned himself, his body poised above hers. Mary felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to push him away, but it was no use. As Charles entered her, Mary felt a searing pain, her body protesting the invasion. She moaned, a sound that was both a cry of pain and a plea for mercy. Her breath hitched, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Charles's body moved above hers, his strokes brutal and unforgiving. Mary felt like she was being torn apart, her body screaming in protest. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong, too determined. As the assault continued, Mary's world went dark, her mind recoiling in horror. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape in sight. She was at the mercy of her brother's twisted desires, and she knew she was in grave danger. As Charles finally finished, Mary lay beneath him, her body aching and bruised. She felt a wave of despair wash over her, a sense of hopelessness that seemed to suffocate her. She knew she had to escape, but for now, she was trapped, alone and vulnerable.