"Gonna be real nice to you, baby, make you feel lots of nice things," he crooned, his eyes narrowing, his smile turned downward menacingly.

"No… don't touch me."

But her pleading, she realized, only fed his desire, to hurt her. He was loving this, enjoying her mounting terror. Chills swept through her as he advanced toward her. Nowhere to run. Nowhere!

Dina tried to scream, but nothing came out. "You try somethin' like callin' out for help and I'm gonna knock those pretty, white teeth down your throat, understand?" he threatened.

Dina closed her mouth, and she curled her fingers into two fists, pressing them against her thighs. She stared back at the intruder, studied his white, gleaming teeth, his thick black beard and moustache.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whined.

The man only smiled and pulled his blue flannel shirt out of his jeans. Dina groaned as she watched him unbutton it, then slip it from his broad shoulders. He was well built, with a washboard belly and bulging arms covered by a thick coating of black fur. That's what he was… an animal, growling and panting after her.

"My mother'll be back soon… she will."

Dina blurted out, tears springing to her eyes.

"The fuck she will. We're gonna have ourselves a little party. We're sure gonna see how fuckin' good you are between my legs, baby." He wiped his lips again, and tugged at the top of his Levi's.

Dina moaned again, pressing her shoulder blades against, the wall and shivering. She could see the white skin of his upper groin now as his zipper peeled open.

"You don't know what you're doing… please, you don't know. I've never… done this before," she stammered.

He smirked at her, his fingers tugging the zipper tab downward. "All gotta learn sometime, right?"

Dina gasped in dismay. She was painfully aware that she'd been staring at the bulge between his legs for the past few seconds.