A young woman's bedroom was normally forbidden to anyone but her boyfriend.
Aaron Xavier had only ever paused briefly at the doorway, never stepping inside.
The night was deep, and the storm raged on.
He nudged the ajar door with his knee, pushing it wide open.
A dark green dress lay in stark contrast against the beige bedsheets.
Zoe Pierce offered one last, feeble struggle. "This is wrong... Aaron Xavier... stop..."
Her reason was crumbling, but she was met with a pair of predatory eyes.
Aaron Xavier's finger traced gently in her palm as he made a hypocritical promise. "Zoe, I promise, I won't go all the way."
But Zoe Pierce didn't believe him. She had just gotten a taste of what he was capable of.
She retreated a few steps on the bed. "Aaron Xavier, that's enough..."
He had already done almost as much as Chase Shaw.
The room was dim and dark, without a single light on. There was only the moonlight filtering through the window, veiled by dark clouds.
Hazy and dim.
