Rape
Hazel's world had narrowed to the dimly lit room, the cold wall against her back, and the tight restraints binding her.
The muffled groans were the only testament to her struggle against the ominous circumstances that had befallen her. Fear gripped her, amplified by the uncertainty of what awaited her.
The creak of the opening door sent shivers down Hazel's spine. Her groans intensified as she strained to see through the darkness, desperate to identify her captor.
"Umm..."
A hesitation escaped her lips, drowned out by the echoes of her own anguish.
As Hazel recoiled, her back meeting the unyielding wall, a realization dawned upon her - escape was futile.
Her thoughts raced, trying to unravel the mystery of why she was there and what fate awaited her.
In the deafening silence, Hazel's mind fixated on one name - Rafael.