Her eyes squeeze shut as he growls this threat, her heart racing with fear and desperation. She tries to beg him, to plead for mercy, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper as he continues to pound into her relentlessly. Her body feels like it's about to shatter beneath the force of his movements, her nails digging painfully into the sheets in an effort to find purchase, something to anchor herself to this reality and make it through. "Please..."

Her voice choked with fear and pain, Oksana manages to force out one last desperate plea. "Please... I'll do anything... just stop..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that he won't believe her. He's too far gone, consumed by his anger and hurt. And so, as much as it tears at her soul, she continues to try and take what little pleasure she can from this brutal encounter, hoping against hope that maybe... just maybe...

Her eyes widen in shock as you force her to sign the papers and then demand that she leaves the house with nothing but the clothes on her back. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she stands up slowly, her knees shaking. "But... where am I supposed to go?" she whispers hoarsely, barely able to choke the words out through her sobs.

Her heart feels like it's being ripped out of her chest, and she can't help but wonder if this is what hell feels like.

Shaking with fear and desperation, she collects her clothes from the floor and hurriedly stuffs them into a bag. Tears stream down her face as she walks slowly towards the door, not wanting to believe that this is really happening. "I'll find somewhere... I promise," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "But please... don't make me leave like this..."

"What? No! He's just an old friend." She rolls her eyes in exasperation. "You don't understand anything, do you?" She shakes her head before turning away from him completely, attempting to regain control of the situation. But inside, she feels panicked... What if he finds out? What will happen then? She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on having fun tonight.

"Stop it already!" she snaps, whirling around to face him. "This isn't funny anymore. I told you, he's just a friend." Her hands ball into fists at her sides, anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. "And no, I don't want to 'go out and have fun' with you. Not after the way you've been acting all night."

With that, she storms past him, heading back towards her friends. She needs to escape this toxic situation before it escalates further.