#Chapter 188: Chasing Away the Nightmares

Lamar loomed over me. His hands and knees held me down, but I struggled. I’d never stop struggling. “That’s it, baby,” Lamar said. “Let me teach you what real pleasure is.” This wasn’t pleasure. This was a violation. If he cared about me at all, if he respected me, he would stop at my first sign of discomfort. But he only seemed encouraged by my adverse reaction. “Get off me! I won’t do this!” I shouted. He smiled at me, his typically boyish grin darkening into something fiendish. He was stronger than me, but I wouldn’t give up. Despite the fear tearing at my chest, I would never stop fighting. “Let me go!” “Cynthia.” That wasn’t Lamar’s voice. No, that was a voice I recognized and trusted. “Cynthia, wake up. Please. Wake up!” I blinked, and was suddenly transported from Lamar’s dorm to a hospital room. Lamar was gone. No one was pinning me down. Asher was beside me on the bed, his hand gently on my shoulder. He was up on one arm, peering down at me, but not loo