The silent scream

In a dimly lit dorm room, a young woman lay on the bed, her soft curves barely visible under the sheets. A man, twice her size, sat heavily on her chest, his dark shadow looming over her as she struggled beneath him. Despite her protests, he forced her to open her mouth wide, his rough hands gripping her head as if it were a handle. The air was thick with tension, the sound of her muffled cries echoing through the quiet room.