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"Come on, you little tease...you know you want it..." the burly, broad-shouldered young man said, a cruel smile on his face. It was cute, the way she struggled, acting as though she hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.
"No! I don't want anything from you!" the girl cried. "Don't you get it? We went out once - once, and it was the worst date of my life!"
He laughed. "Baby, you're so cute...You really know how to turn a guy on, you know? That little miss innocent act is adorable..." He reached for the hem of her shirt again, which caused her to slap at his large hands.
"It is not an act - I don't like you, and I never will! Read my lips - leave me alone!!!"
As the young woman turned to walk away from the despicable character, she realized she'd made a mistake. She never should have turned her back on the bastard... Because now he had her by the arm - and his grip was tight, and it hurt...
"Don't you ever walk away from me like that again, you little bitch! Do you know who you're dealing with?"
Despite the pain from his ironlike grasp on her upper arm, the young woman stared defiantly and indignantly up into his eyes.
"Yeah - a bastard - that's what I'm dealing with!" she shot back.
For such a response, the muscular man slapped her hard across her lovely pale face. Her head was rocked to the side by the force of the blow. Her eyes shut tightly, and, instinctively, she raised her hand to her cheek, knowing it was all red.
"How dare-"
"Shut up!" he shouted, and now the girl felt the first stirrings of fear. Despite his height and muscular frame, she'd never really found him all that intimidating, but just a nuisance. However, now it was a different story - it was late, as she'd been at the college library, burning the midnight oil for a big exam. She'd become aware that he'd been following her shortly after leaving the building. And now, there seemed to be not a soul around.
Before she could even react, the man tackled her to the ground, and she cried out in pain as her head struck a rock. When she got her bearings, she tried desperately to get up, get away, but the bastard grabbed her again, pinning her to the grass beneath his massive weight.
"Let me-" Her words were suddenly muffled as his hand covered her mouth. She stared up at him fearfully, her eyes wide.
"Not on your life, my sweet...Not until I get what I came for..." With those words, he moved his hand, reaching down to cup one of her breasts. She looked appalled as she stared up at him, her eyes wide with fright and shock.
A few seconds later, she felt as though she were in the middle of
some horrifying nightmare as he tore at her blouse...