Content Warning:
This chapter depicts sexual assault and its emotional impact. Please proceed with care.
How did he know? Was he stalking me?
The questions pounded in my head like a drum as I stood frozen in the dimly lit back room of the restaurant. The air felt thick, suffocating, and every instinct screamed at me to run. But Silas was blocking my way.
"Why do you look so surprised?" Silas said, his voice low and mocking. He stepped closer, his broad frame blocking me "Did you think I would never find out? Did you think that I wouldn't know that you were selling yourself as a slut to everyone?"
"Silas—" My voice cracked, barely above a whisper.
