"Confronting the Past"

The man's grip on Mei's arms tightened as he closed the door behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the apartment like a death knell. Mei's eyes widened in terror as he spun her around, slamming her face-first against the wall. The impact was jarring, and Mei's breath caught in her throat as the man's hand closed around her ass, his fingers digging into her skin. "You're not done from before," he whispered, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down Mei's spine. His breath was hot against her ear, and Mei's body began to remember the touch, the feel of his hands on her skin. It was a sensation she had tried to block out, to forget, but it came flooding back, and Mei's mind recoiled in horror. As the memories of his touch resurfaced, Mei's body began to respond, her skin tingling with a mix of fear and arousal. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, and her mind rebelled against the physical reaction. Mei knew she had to get away, to escape from this monster who had assaulted her. Summoning every ounce of strength she had, Mei managed to break away from the man's grasp, and she sprinted down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. The man was hot on her heels, his footsteps pounding the floor as he chased her into her bedroom. Mei tried to shut the door, but he was too fast, too strong. He burst into the room, grabbing Mei and spinning her around to face him. Mei's eyes were wide with fear as the man reached out and grabbed her clothes, ripping them off her body with a swift motion. Mei tried to cover herself, but the man was too quick. He grabbed her arms, holding her in place as he stripped her naked. Mei felt a surge of humiliation, of shame, but as the man's eyes roamed over her body, she saw something there that made her blood run cold. He was looking at her, really looking at her, and Mei saw a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "You're becoming mine," he said, his voice low and husky, as he reached out to touch her skin. Mei felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers made contact with her body, and to her horror, she felt herself respond. Her skin tingled, her nipples hardened, and Mei knew that she was in grave danger. The man was going to use her body against her, to break her spirit and claim her as his own. Mei's mind recoiled in horror, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. It was responding to the man's touch, reacting to the sensations he was creating. Mei knew she had to fight back, to take control of her own body, but as the man's hands roamed over her skin, she felt herself slipping further and further under his control. The man leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and Mei knew that she was in for the fight of her life.