Madelyn sat on the bed with empty eyes like a broken doll.

Zach pulled out a black shirt from the closet and tossed it onto the bed. "Take off your clothes and give them a wash. Change the dirty sheets and bed covers together."

He walked to the doorway, picked up her pair of long white socks from the floor, and hung them on the back of a chair before leaving the room.

Madelyn didn't stay in his room for long. She dashed into the room she had shared with Jadie. She removed her school uniform and put it in the trash bin. In the shower, she scrubbed herself vigorously, trying to wash away the feeling of his touch from her skin. Her thoughts were haunted by the disturbing scene of what he had subjected her to.

Tears welled up in Madelyn's eyes as memories of that moment replayed in her thoughts. Though their physical intimacy fell short of intercourse, Zach's actions had left an everlasting mark—a terrifying experience from which she believed she would never recover.

'If he had done i