She jerked one hand up to her scalp, clawing at the offending fingers as Jack kept tugging at her hair. Her hands flailed at him, beat at the large man, her knees scraping over the floor as he dragged her several feet away from the wall. Her mouth was struck by the side of his boot, her lower lip cracking. Cindy tasted blood.

"Noooo!"

Jack growled. All her courage evaporated, replaced by the presence of this man and all the horrors he stood for. Cindy shuddered to think of what he and his buddies could do to her.

"First thing you're gonna learn around here's that you jump when I say somethin', understand?"

He let her go, wiping his palms on his Levi's, watching her as she crawled back. Cindy saw that smile and instinctively knew it was the smile of a true sadist. She had heard about men and women who enjoyed hurting other people. Jack was an animal – a sadistic animal, a man who enjoyed placing his booted foot on the face of his victim and pressing down until the skull cracked. That image made Cindy cry out.

He raised one hand over his head, watching her cringe, watching her shrink against the wall again.

"No, no!"

As she lay cringing against the wall, he advanced. Cindy saw his hard-on tenting his Levi's, saw the dark stain increase around the tip of his aroused nine-inch cock. His eyes sparkled with an eerie glow. He had the hungry, fixed stare of a sewer rat as he focused on her.

"Oh God, God," she moaned.

She trembled, terrified. Jack was smiling, that awful, broad sadistic smile of his. Those teeth – they reminded her of the fangs of a wolf, ready to tear apart her throat! Even as she flattened herself, trying to draw herself into a ball, his hand came down. It seemed as if everything had suddenly gone into slow motion. The fingers cut through the shadows. There was a soft whooshing sound as his hand neared her face. Then there was the sensation of the blow followed quickly by the report of that slap and the feeling of pain across her right cheek.