My uncle, a man sculpted with the deceptive allure of an angel – hair like spun gold catching the light, eyes the fathomless blue of a deep sea, and skin as fair as fresh snow stretched over a powerfully muscled frame – towered over me. His embrace, meant to console, became a suffocating cage, his grip vise-like. A chilling unease slithered down my spine as his hand, slow and deliberate, began to trace circles on my waist. The feather-light drag of his fingertips felt like icy needles pricking my skin, each touch a violation.

A desperate surge of panic propelled me to push him away, but my resistance only ignited a darker fire in his eyes. His gentleness shattered. A brutal shout ripped through the air, followed by the searing sting of his palm against my face. Blood bloomed, hot and sticky, down my forehead. Consumed by a terrifying rage, he stormed out, the slam of the door echoing the violent tremor in my heart as the lock clicked shut, trapping me in my terror.

I stumbled towards the door, a broken sob escaping my lips, half-crazed with fright. The frantic rattle of the doorknob, my desperate cries and shouts, were swallowed by the unyielding wood. Time stretched, each silent second a fresh torment. Eventually, the storm of my fear began to recede, leaving a hollow ache. With trembling fingers, I fumbled for my phone and called Leo, my voice a choked whisper.

His response pierced the suffocating darkness. He was in another city, his words a cruel delay, promising to arrive in the dead hours of the night. A fresh wave of despair washed over me. "Please," I begged, tears streaming anew, "come and take me away." He didn't hesitate. He was turning back, racing against the miles to reach me. The aftermath of the assault, the raw terror, the desperate hope – it all crashed down, and the world dissolved into blackness.

Nightfall seeped into the room, thick and heavy. Then, a sudden, blinding slash of light tore through the darkness as the door creaked open. My eyelids fluttered, my vision swimming. Alarmed, my breath hitched in my throat. My uncle stood silhouetted against the doorway, half-naked, a predatory glint in his eyes.

In a horrifying instant, he lunged, his hand a brutal claw in my hair, yanking me across the room and throwing me onto the bed. His hands, rough and insistent, clawed at my clothes, intent on stripping me bare. He pinned my arms, his weight pressing down on me, and with a sickening rip, tore my shirt open. My futile struggles were met with his brutal dominance.

He fumbled with his belt buckle, the rasp of the metal a prelude to further violation. A cold dread seeped into my bones; this was a nightmare made flesh. Then, a sickening intrusion – something probing, violating the most intimate part of me. He was fingering me, a crude, invasive act that stole my breath. A strangled moan escaped my lips, escalating into desperate, repeated pleas: "Stop it! Stop it!"

He flipped me over with callous disregard and then, the agonizing thrust. A searing pain ripped through me as his penis forced its way into my butthole. It tore, it burned, a violation so profound it stole my voice. Tears streamed down my face, a silent testament to the unbearable agony. Both my ravaged orifices were being brutally invaded. The pain became a blinding white light, and mercifully, I fainted.

My eyes flickered open again, the darkness now absolute. My wrists! They were bound tightly with rough rope. A hand slithered down my side, a sickeningly familiar touch. A ticklish sensation, deliberately provocative, sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. Then, the brutal intrusion again – his fingers, digging inside me. The repulsive caress of his hand over my completely naked body was an unbearable torment. Breathless moans, involuntary and humiliating, escaped my lips as a perverse tide began to rise within me, a sickening betrayal of my own body.

He jammed a buzzing vibrator inside me, the intensity set to a jarring high, while his other hand landed sharp, stinging slaps on my buttocks. His wet lips trailed across my ear, his breath hot and foul, as he pressed kisses all over my face. The rough squeeze of my breasts sent jolts of unwanted sensation through me, a grotesque parody of pleasure. My mind began to unravel.

Suddenly, a violent crash echoed from downstairs. My uncle, startled, rushed out of the room. Time crawled by, each tick of silence amplifying my fear. Then, the door creaked open again. Relief, sharp and sudden, pierced through the darkness. It was Leo! His face was bruised, his clothes torn – he had fought his way to me.

Seeing him, the dam of my control broke, and I started to bawl, the raw sobs tearing from my chest. He rushed to my side, his touch gentle as he untied the ropes and covered me with a blanket, his presence a fragile shield against the lingering terror. When he instinctively reached to hug me, I flinched, the memory of the other man's touch a searing brand. Understanding flickered in his eyes, and he backed away, offering me his jacket instead. It swallowed my small frame, the fabric reaching my thighs, a small comfort in the vast emptiness.

Abruptly, my eyes snapped open. I was in a dimly lit room, Leo's face inches from mine, his arms a protective cage around me. A sudden, chilling realization washed over me: we were in the mansion. I clung to him, burying my face in his chest, the sobs wracking my body anew. He stroked my hair, his touch a soothing balm. Later, between gasping breaths, I recounted the horrific ordeal.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Cry and let it all out."

We looked into each other's eyes, our faces drawn close, the unspoken trauma hanging heavy in the air between us.