She was pinned against the wall, legs spread on either side of his wide build, her small arms pushed against her shoulders as his one hand kept a tight grip on her mouth and the other now squeezed her his as he positioned himself to enter her. She finally stopped fighting. As she lay there while he dressed her she looked up to see Polaris. “How are we related?” She finally asked, curious as she had never met him before. He spit and angled himself and forced his way in, the pain feeling like a hot searing stab with each small pump. As it grew dark people started to wade inside the house and the barn, which was lit with lanterns and twinkle lights. He began asking her questions about her life, and told stories about the time he had spent in India. Fear clenched at her, but fear was nothing next to the pain she felt moments later as he entered her. “How are we related?” She finally asked, curious as she had never met him before.
