"Don't just cry!" Win shouted, his voice hard and uncompromising. "Undress yourself!"
King collapsed on the bed, but the command to undress yanked him back to a chilling lucidity. He realized, with a suffocating finality, that he couldn't escape this moment. Win was determined, and the presence of his friend's number, the very symbol of King's small attempt at freedom, had only fueled the monster. He wouldn't delete the number, but he couldn't stop the punishment.
King slowly pushed himself up. He gently wiped the tears from his eyes, his face settling into a mask of hollow resignation. He blamed only himself: he had chosen to return to this house, to this predator, and this affliction was the price of his choice. He vowed, in the cold silence of his mind, that this time would be the last. He would never be forced to submit to sex again.
He undressed himself, his movements slow and deliberate.
