The big man didn't say a word, stepping forward and slamming the door shut behind him. He was handsome in a dark, rugged way. There was the faint smell of cigarette smoke and beer about him as he drew closer. He stopped in front of her. On the floor, Marcie saw that his boots were caked with mud. Where were they? They had kept the hood over her head all the while they drove from her house.

"Does it matter?" he finally answered in a deep voice.

His answer made her shiver. For the first time Marcie realized he was here to play with her, to fuck her. He didn't have to say anything. It was the way he stood, the way he looked down at her. The girl felt real fear creep along her spine.

As he took another step forward, Marcie drew back. The window light caught the man's face and upper torso. He was sweating, his eyes glistening with excitement. His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened. It looked as if he hadn't washed for some time, streaks of dirt appearing on his face.

"Don't."

It was a silly plea considering her predicament. But Marcie couldn't think of anything else to say. He was such a big man, bigger than Brad or any of the other guys at school. Then she saw a large, ominous bulge down his right pantleg. It was growing, throbbing against the dirty faded material.

CHAPTER TWO

Marcie drew back a little farther, feeling her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her ribcage.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, the question stopping the big man's advance.

"What do you wanna know for, baby? We're just gonna have ourselves a little fun," he said, running his fingers through his long black hair. "And if you play it right, you can have a good time too."

Marcie let out a choked sob, drawing back until her ass was pressed into a corner of the room. She drew her legs under her butt. No, no, he can't rape her. She won't let it happen. It won't happen!