"Get in there, bitch," he said.

He pushed her into what looked like a store room. He grabbed her by a handful of her silky blond hair and he turned her toward the wall. He twisted both arms up behind her and he tied them tightly with a piece of rope. Then he turned her back to face him again.

"Things will go easier if you relax, baby," he told her. "Otherwise, you might get hurt."

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You know what I want, baby," he answered.

It was obvious to her. All her worse fears were about to come true. Fear for her daughter was forgotten as she was filled with selfish dread. At that moment Beth would have left her daughter there if she could have gotten away.

But she wasn't going to get away. The beefy man pressed her very tightly against the wall, his hard body against her. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Let me taste your sweet lips," he said.

"Please don't do this," Beth whispered. "Please don't do this to me."

But he wasn't listening. He had her pressed so tightly against the wall that her arms were cramped. He tried to kiss her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still. He brought one strong hand up under her chin and held her solidly.

"You're not getting the message, baby," he told her. "Things are going to be hard on you if you don't relax and enjoy."

His fingers tightened around her throat. He was nearly killing her and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move her head anymore because he kept his grip tight.

"Now I'm going to try again," he said.

He kissed her and his mouth was hot and hard. His lips took her breath away. He kept his fingers tight around her throat until she had to stop fighting him. She relaxed and immediately felt his slimy tongue slipping between her lips.

"Now that's a little better," he said.

"Let me go, please," she whispered. "Don't do this to me. Please let me go."