Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“You did this?” I asked, realization finally hitting me. The
alarm. He and I alone in the school. Did he see Rika leave me
alone in the library?
“What do you want?” I yelled and then shouted at the top
of my lungs, “Help!” I sucked in another breath. “Help!”
His hand found my throat, and I was pinned to the wall. I
grabbed his wrist, fighting to pull it off.
“What do you want?” I struggled to speak, rage coursing
through my veins.
His body came in close as he spoke down to me. “Are you
scared?”
I shifted on my feet, struggling with his hand on my neck.
“No,” I gritted out.
“Liar.”
“Fuck you!” I fired back. “Let me out!”
I kicked at his leg, but he didn’t budge. I kicked him again,
harder, and twisted my body out of his grasp, finally feeling
him lose his hold. I ran for it, but he grabbed hold of my
necktie and yanked me back to him.
My body slammed into his. “Let me out!” I screamed
again. “My sister is ready for you. Always ready for you. Why
don’t you bring her in here?”
He picked me up again, this time wrapping his arms
around me like a steel band, my arms pinned to my body under
his tight hold.
“Why bother with her when there’s you?” he taunted. “I
like you.”
I shook my head at him. He was horrible. And disgusting
and sick, and I hated that I had his attention. I wished he’d
never laid eyes on me. Was this it then? Was he going to hurt
me again? It wouldn’t be like last time. I was old enough to
know how men hurt women now.
“You know, a lot of girls would love to be in your position
right now,” he told me.