"Shut up, you fuckin' slut! I said shut up!" David screamed.

Annette was too far gone to listen to him. She began shrieking, kicking her feet against him, anything to try to break the savage grip.

Shoving her back roughly, the big-boned stud raised one hand high in the air, bringing it down quickly in a broad arc. Annette saw the fingers slicing through the air, the shadows cutting across her body as she cringed and waited for the blow. It came as a violent shock, the hot stinging of his striking hand snapping her head to the left. She finally tumbled to the floor, her forehead striking a table leg.

"Now, you ain't gonna give me no problems, right?"

David was standing over her, his legs spread, one on either side of her prone body. Annette pushed the hair from her eyes. Raped! She was going to be raped, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it. Just the thought of submitting to someone like David sickened her.

Reaching down, David twisted his fingers in her long hair, jerking her head up several inches from the floor. Annette's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth. She had never felt such pain before in her life! Her eyelids fluttered while a nervous tic made her cheeks shudder. David jerked up again, twisting his fingers around and around until Annette heard several of the strands tearing from her scalp. She screamed, finally finding her voice.

"You're gonna be fucked proper."

"No, no, don't do that to me! Please, I'll do anything, but don't… don't do that!"

David laughed at her pleas, dragging her halfway across the living room by the hair. Annette tried getting up, her legs twisting around each time he jerked her hair and caused her more agony. She felt her knees bumping hard against the couch. An end table overturned, spilling the magazines and overfilled ashtray onto her face. Annette found herself being dragged down the corridor. The bedroom.