Brooke screamed again when he began dragging her back to the mattress. She was powerless to stop him. She kicked and squirmed as much as she could but all it seemed to do was hurt her, not him. She felt the handcuffs around her wrists and heard the clink as they locked shut, fastening her to some kind of pole. She gave a hard yank, trying to get free, and cried out in pain as the cuffs dug into the skin of her hands.
Brooke went cold when she felt his hand between her legs, to scared to do anything but suck in deep, shuddering breaths. What could she do? She was stuck. She couldn't run, and no one seemed to have heard her screams. She was at his mercy. The feel of his cock was too much and she broke down into sobs, tears falling freely from her red, sore eyes.
Brooke jerked when he moved his cock to her ass, unable to get away from him. She couldn't let him do this. This just couldn't be happening. "No, Damon. Please don't do this! This isn't you. I know you," she pleaded, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him, mascara running in streams down her cheeks.