I felt dizzy for a moment, and then I felt nauseous, and then I felt like my head was coming open.

He slowed down.

"Johnny, what are you going to do to me?"

Then, I started to get scared.

There was nothing around but the dark night, trees… and a deserted road down which I hadn't seen the first car running besides the one I was in.

He didn't say a thing.

He just pulled off the road, and slowed to a stop.

"Johnny, don't hurt me."

He sat there thinking… and thinking… like he was pondering all the options that were before him.

I knew he was going to hurt me. Or at least, I knew he wanted to hurt me. The only thing he wasn't sure of was how badly he was going to hurt me, and whether or not he'd let me live, or just go ahead and kill me after he'd gotten his rocks off and take his chances.

Finally, he said, "Get out of the car."

"Johnny…" I replied, my voice shaking real badly.

"Don't fuck any more with my head. Just get the kick out of the car."

I didn't want to get him any more upset than he already was.

So, I opened the door.

At first, I thought that maybe he was going to just drive off and leave me there, but then I heard the door on his side open as well.

I was really getting scared.

There wasn't even a moon this night.

I could hardly see my hand in front of my face.

The sky was a slightly paler shade of black than the thick forest surrounding us, and I could just make out the shapes of the trees along the roadside.

"Take your clothes off," he said to me.

I was crying real hard now.

"Johnny… don't do this… you don't need to do it… please… please…"

"I said, take your clothes off, honey."

"But… but…"

"But!? Don't fucking give me any shit! You do what I say, or you're going to be real sorry. Real sorry indeed. You hear me?"