Desperate Confession

Marcella

I stumbled, determined to get out of the room, pushing him away.

As I approached the door, he reached there before me, placing his large hands on the door, preventing me from opening it. he was behind me and I could feel tehheat of his body as he ehld me captive, preventing me from opening the door. he spun me about urgently, a look of wretchedness on his face as he growled,

'You have to