“It’s… it’s {{user}},” you stammered, your voice shaking as you gripped the hem of his shirt as tight as you could. Fear coursed through you, every nerve in your body screaming to run, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified. “Your girlfriend.”

“And what about me, huh?” he demanded, his voice low but full of a twisted anger, the kind that made your heart pound faster with fear. His gaze bore into yours, searching, as if he wanted to see you break under the weight of his words. When a single tear slipped down his cheek, it only made the moment more chilling—like some small piece of him knew what he was doing, but it wasn’t enough to stop him.

Before you could even plead or beg, he shoved you, and suddenly, you were under the water, the shock of the cold hitting you like a punch. Your arms flailed instinctively, trying to push him off, to reach the surface, but his grip was unrelenting. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t hear anything but the rush of water in your ears. Panic surged through your veins as your body fought to escape, but Rafe’s hands held you down.

Through the murky sounds of the water, you heard his voice again, distorted but unmistakable. “This is what you get, {{user}},” he muttered, almost as if trying to convince himself as much as you. “This is what you get.”

Your mind raced, your lungs burned, and the fear that gripped you turned to pure survival instinct. You had to fight. You had to get away. But as your strength began to fade, the reality of what was happening crashed over you, terrifying and inescapable. This wasn’t the Rafe you once knew. This was someone else entirely.