Wrinkling up her nose, the girl pulled back, turning her head away. His hand returned swiftly, tugging at her hair, jerking her face back so hard against his leg he nearly cracked open her lower lip.

"Uuughhh…" she gasped.

"Now, you're gonna pay real close attention, understand?" To emphasize his point, Jack jerked up on her hair until Dina cried out. "Good. Man, you're gonna do everything I say. I don't care what it is, you're gonna do it."

Dina nodded, too terrified to cross this crazy man. Perhaps if she humored him he'd grow tired of her and leave. "That's better," he said.

He backed away, glaring at her, as a vulture stares down at a dying animal in the desert. The girl trembled, growing more terrified by the moment. Even when he didn't touch her there was something unholy in his stare that made her want to run shouting from the room.

Any courage she'd had evaporated. Tensing, the girl shrank back when she saw him raising his hand above her head. He was going to hit her, beat her to the ground. Her gaze dropping, Dina saw his hard-on, saw his stiff cock pressing hard against the Levi's. Her terror turned him on, made his cock thick, hard, wanting to pierce his prick into her. But now he was playing, toying with her mind, her body.

"No!" she slipped out, trembling even more.

Terror shot through her veins like ether.

Jack only smiled at her, that hand seeming to balance itself in mid air. Dina scooted back, her spine striking the wall. Again, there was nowhere to run! His body caged her in a corner, his fingers fanning out, trembling, inches away from her head. The teen whimpered through her nostrils. She gasped as his hand moved in a fast, broad arc toward her face. "Oooohhh!" Dina cried.

There was the feel of his fingers stinging across her cheeks, the sensation of her brain rattling in her skull. The force of his blow sent her head snapping to the left. Dina's hair splashed across her face, sticking to her lips and dampened cheeks.