VICTORIA

I got tired of resisting and screaming.

It was obvious no one was going to save me, and I could do it myself, but my heart kept betraying me.

After carrying me on his back for several minutes, he stopped at the edge of a rooftop and set me down.

His hands moved over my body, clutching my dress, pressing me against him, taking every chance to grope me.

"This is called kidnapping, Lord. Now what are you doing?"

He didn’t even reply. Instead, he turned me around to face away from him and