Lain

You continued to struggle, but he was too strong for you. He held your wrists tightly with one hand and used the other to caress your face. "Shh, darling," he whispered, his breath reeking of alcohol. "I missed you.

Get off me." You said, trying to break free from his grip.

You were getting angry. "You're drunk, Лаин!" You say in a Russian accent.