I felt tissues that I'd never even known about sending out sharp signals of pain.

I started to cry.

Real hard.

"Damn," muttered Johnny, "all over the seat covers again."

"Well to hell with your fucking seat covers," I yelled at him.

That seemed to take him by surprise for just a second but then I heard him laugh in the darkness.

"Yeah… that's what I like. A woman with a little fight in her. Come on, Darling! Yell at me again."

I said nothing. In the pale glow of the moonlight, I could see him grinning like a cat… or a skull.

I didn't know which, but neither one was anything I wanted to be around.

He suddenly slapped me on the side of my thigh.

"Come on, Darling," he said again. "I want to hear you get pissed off. Yell at me a little. Let's see a little spunk!"

He slapped me again.

"You piece of shit," I said, but I said it softly, not yelling.

"There you go," Johnny cried, enthusiastically. He forced me over on my side and gave me a hard slap on my naked ass.

"You stupid asshole," I yelled.

"Hey hey!!! That's what I want to hear."

He slapped me again.

It was starting to hurt.

He stuck a couple of fingers back in my cunt again, and slapped me two or three more times on the ass, each time hitting me harder and harder.

"Stop it. stop it!!!" I yelled.

"No… you stupid cunt. I'm not going to stop it. Not until I'm good and ready."

There was something in his voice that I heard then, something that I hadn't heard before.

It turned my blood to ice and made all my muscles go rigid from fear.

He sounded like one of the most dangerous people I'd ever been in contact with.

I realized then that he was crazy, and that I was in danger.