He tore, bit, sucked, breathed, scratched at her as her flailing arms and legs won no victory. She stood in silence for a while, knowing but not caring that he still stood behind her. She heard him mutter something and warmth surrounded her. A friction of imagination. An unreal cover. Euphemism. Though she was warm, it didn’t reach her body, her mind, her soul. She was freezing. A hand came to rest on her arm. This time, she let him. At that moment, Hell froze over. Warning: Contains mention of rape. Nothing to graphic. Also some strong language.