You may as well be nice, my beauty." She was against the wall, helpless, and the grip of his hands was like steel.

She made no sound, although struggling to break free.

His breath was on her cheek; his eyes burning with lust gazing straight into her own.
Slowly, remorselessly, he bent her head backward until she feared her neck would snap.

A sob started in her throat, but she silenced it with the will of a superwoman.

Into her terror-stricken mind leaped the sudden conclusion that resistance with this beast was futile; she must outwit him with her brains.