"Try it… just try to open that yap of yours and I'll shut it for good!" he threatened, raising one hand in the air threateningly.

It was a sharp, hoarse, hissing voice that greeted her now. And when Kathy opened her mouth, about to defy him and cry for help, the hand came down, slapping her hard across the cheek. The teen screamed, her head snapping to one side. She stretched out her hands desperately for balance, her knees buckling. With a groan, Kathy sank to the floor, covering her face while drawing her legs back and kicking at the big man trying to grab her.

"Bitch!"

"No, no, get away, away…"

She was kicking at him, grabbing at the plumbing beneath the sink for support. He lowered his head, wrapping his fingers around her ankles and pulling her out with a sharp jerk. Kathy tried fending him off. But he was on top of her, his fists pummeling her face, her tits, her belly.

"You're not gonna get away from Matt Hathaway… no way that's gonna happen."

When he tried to pick her up, Kathy screamed again, one leg kicking over a tall green metal trash container. Cursing, he backhanded her twice, his knuckles bruising her cheeks and chin, the force of those blows temporarily stunning the teen into silence.

"Better."

Grabbing her nightie from the floor, Matt slipped one hand under the teen and scooped her from the tiles, carrying her from the bathroom area outside. Kathy's head lolled from side to side, the girl catching half-glimpses of the silhouetted pine trees nearby and the full moon silvering the deserted countryside.

"No… oh, I'll scream, I'll…"

He gagged her with a filthy handkerchief, shoving it deep in her mouth, then wrapping a piece of tape around her head, fixing it firmly.