"Go get me some more sandwiches, slut," he sneered. She staggered off into the kitchen, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, her mind reeling at the sudden, violent attack. She stumbled into the kitchen and fell back against the fridge, covering her face with her hands.

Desperately, she lunged towards the hall door, then ran down to the other side of the house and out the side door, running as fast as she could across the wide green lawns. She kept looking back to see if he was coming and then he was. She whimpered in terror, running faster.

Her arms and legs pumped as last as she could as she raced across the grass, leaving the lawn and running through the scraggly weeds and tall grasses. She looked back every few seconds and saw that he was gaining. Then, while looking behind her, she tripped over a gopher mound and went flying, tumbling head over heels in the grass.

She cried in desperation and pain, getting to her feet again. Her foot collapsed beneath her, dropping her to the ground again. She clutched her ankle as pain made her want to scream. Then he was beside her. He grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet, then slammed his fist into her belly so she collapsed to the ground again.

"Fuckin' whore!" he yelled. "I told you, didn't I!"

His foot lashed out and kicked her hard in the ribs. She howled and rolled as he kicked her again, in the belly, then in the hip, then the back. He griped her hair and dragged her upwards, then slid his arm around her neck and squeezed her throat.

She choked and struggled to breath as he tightened his fingers around her throat, strangling her. He gripped her right arm and forced it up behind her back until she would have screamed from the pain, if she could have breathed.