Brad stepped away, raising his hands in mock surrender saying easily, ”She invited me here; wanted to try something different. Guess she wanted a younger …’ He grinned at me before swaggering out confidently.
“Gaston,..” I began desperately. But he cut me short. Brusquely. ’We’re leaving.”
Behind him I saw a couple of men, watching, listening.
I tried again, ”Gaston, listen to me…”
A stinging slap across my cheek, so hard that I fell back onto a couch. Before I could react, He had jerked me up and began to drag me, his fingers digging painfully into my arm, out of the room. I tried to resist: I HAD to make him understand!
“Please, ‘I begged, ’Listen to me …”
He suddenly stopped, pulling me hard against his body.
“Oh, I see, ‘he taunted,” You liked what you saw?”
Without taking his blazing eyes off me, he growled at his guards, “Close the door. This room is in use tonight.”
I began to fight in earnest now, as I saw what he was about to do.
“No, I cried, “No, Gaston, please, NO!” I sobbed…
&&
Gaston came awake, wincing as a sliver of pain shot through his bad leg.
He looked down at the woman sleeping beside him. He had removed the restraints on her wrists some time during the night, but the marks on her chafed wrists stood out prominently. His eyes wandered over her lush body, noting the darkening bruises. She had fought him hard when her pleas had not prevented him from unleashing his anger and his lust on her.