If Debby had had any affection for Greg, it all disappeared. This man was an animal, and, for some reason, he thought it was her fault that he'd been sent to jail. She tore away from him and spit, then rubbed her lips as if trying to erase the acrid taste of his mouth.

"Keep away from me," she demanded, feeling anger replace her fear. She lifted her hand as if to claw out his eyes. "I'm not kidding, Greg, I'll go to the police."

"So?" Greg laughed. "They already want me in Oklahoma. A little lady and I had a slight disagreement. Almost like what you and I are having right now. I had to shut her up."

"Wha-what are you going to do?" Debby asked, trembling.

"I'm gonna shut you up, too." Greg smiled a grimace like a vampire. "With this," he added, unzipping his jeans and flopping out his half-hard cock.

"No!" Debby screamed, throwing herself against the wall. She looked at his cock as if his prick were an instrument of torture. "I won't let you," Her face turned ashen with horror.

"Get your sweet ass over here, you little bitch," Greg said, grabbing her by her hair.

He jerked her across the room and threw her to the bed. Instantly, he was on top of her, grinding his crotch between her legs.

"You're gonna pay, slut," he grunted, again crushing his mouth down on hers.

Debby still couldn't believe this was happening. Locked in a room with a criminal, about to be raped! She began kicking and screaming, clawing at his face with her fingernails.

"Don't! I won't let you!" she cried.

Suddenly, a flaming spasm of pain tore into her jaw as he hit her with his open hand. The room seemed to spin, grow darker. Slowly, Debby's body went limp, her mind dulled to near unconsciousness. As she lay there, feeling his mouth on hers, his rough hands tearing the clothes from her body, it was almost as if this was happening to someone else and she was only watching.