Damon's words sent a chill through her. This had to be some kind of bad dream. It was just because Damon had broken up with her. This was in her imagination - punishment for making her heart vulnerable again so soon after being hurt by Peyton and Lucas.
Brooke's brows furrowed, the tears in her eyes turning to those of anger. Even in this sick nightmare, she wasn't going to let him treat her like this. "I am not your pet," she snapped, pulling her face away from his grasp. She was no-one's pet. She was Brooke Davis - strong and independant - and she was not going to be treated like a piece of meat.
Brooke tried to push him off when he started to pull off her dress, but to no avail. She heard the fabric rip and found herself helpless to stop him. All too soon she was naked beneath him, feeling sick and vulnerable. Then he had moved away and she saw her chance. She pushed herself up and tried to run for the door, estimating the direction in the darkness. What did it matter if she wasn't wearing anything? This was a dream. If she just focused hard enough, she could get away - she could control this.