Mary's heart almost stopped at when Tim slapped her. Her cheek burned and she was sure he left a handprint there. When he roughly ripped off her blouse, she tried to bring up her hands to cover herself, only to be reminded of the handcuffs still in place.

Tim pushed her hard up against the kitchen wall and when he kissed her hard and fast she felt a flood of wetness between her legs. "Oh God", she thought, "how can I be liking this"? She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as her face flamed red in embarrassment. Her eyes popped open when she heard a kitchen drawer slide open and her heart stopped as Tim brandished a knife at her.

Tim growled at her, "Is this what you wanted?"

She started to whimper as she realized just how angry she made him.