“Get the fuck out of the truck. Now!” he bellows and raises the knife to within an inch of my face.

I do as I am told. He drops the hand holding the knife to his side and grabs me around the waist, pulling me flush against his body. I flinch and try to wiggle free, but he’s too strong. He takes my hands and holds them behind my back, and then walks us backwards until my body is up against the truck. I am shaking uncontrollably as I have no clue what is going through his mind or what he has planned.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth and you didn’t listen. Now you have pushed me just a little too far, Clove. This is not how I wanted things to go down between us, but you need to be taught a lesson. This is not a fucking joke!”

Oh, God. He has me cornered here like a small animal, and he is the predator. Is he going to kill me before I get the chance to see Turner? I do the only thing I can think of in a moment like this. I scream, and when I do, I instantly know that doing so was a huge mistake. In a blur of motion, Trent pulls back his fist and punches me in the stomach.

All the air is knocked out of me, and I feel vomit rising up in my mouth. He grabs me by the throat and walks us to the back of the truck. I can’t move to protect myself . . . I can barely stand as my stomach twists and turns. The pain is almost more than I can bear. Opening the tailgate of the truck, he hoists me up and pushes me flat on my back.

              “Who has the control here, Clove?” He grabs my face and wrenches it so I am staring into his face.

              “WHO. HAS. CONTROL?” He raises his voice slightly.

I am sobbing uncontrollably at this point. I can’t tune my mind out, it is spinning out of control as I gasp and wheeze as he towers over me.

              “Oh, so now you have nothing to say, huh? No words, Clove? Am I scaring you? You should be scared, my darling. It didn’t have to come to this, but you leave me no choice.”

I am trying to shut him out of my consciousness, to close myself off from the fact that he is about to do God knows what, but I can’t. All I see is him and the feral way he is looking at me.

“Please,” I sniffle through my tears.

For the briefest of moments, I think he is going to relent. But then, he sits the knife down on the ground and reaches for something behind me. My eyes grow wide as I see his hand reappear in my vision holding a twisted braid of rope.

Immediately I start to thrash about and struggle to get away from him, but he won’t have it. He pulls my hands over my head and climbs on top of me as he weaves the rope around my hands to secure them together.

I continue to kick and scream at him to get off of me until he slaps me in the face, extinguishing whatever will I may have had left in me to try and fight. I hurt everywhere. My stomach is clenching and a griping pain courses throughout my lower abdomen. My face is on fire and I can tell it is starting to swell. My arms ache as they are stretched tight above my head. I think the one he grabbed earlier is sprained.

“H-help,” I croak weakly, but my throat is raw from screaming and the words don’t make any sound.

              “There isn’t anyone here to help you, sweetheart.”

Trent grinds his pelvis into mine and I feel how hard he is. Having me bound like this is turning him on. I feel my world tilt and slip from underneath me as I fully realize what is about to happen to me. My body convulses in fear.

              “Oh, God! Trent, you don’t want to do this! I beg you, don’t. I know you’re above this. I’m your brother’s wife, for God’s sake. Please!” I beg.

He looks into my tear stained face and he doesn’t seem to care. This cannot be happening to me! Where is everyone? The way he has the truck parked, no one can see us without driving right by this spot.

As if he senses the direction of my thoughts, he shoves me even further back into the truck bed and climbs in, slamming the door behind himself. He gets on his knees at the other end and pulls out a roll of tape.

              “God, don’t do this, Trent. Don’t!”

“I told you to shut your damn mouth, and now you will.”

He rips off a piece of tape and places it across my mouth. I am defenseless and there is nothing I can do. I close my eyes as I feel him shift around.

              “Open your fucking eyes and watch, Clove.”

I open them wide and I see him hovering over me with the knife in his hand.

              “On second thought, I don’t think I need to use this since you can’t move or talk.”

Tilting his head to the side, he studies my features. I know he sees the fear in my eyes. How could he not? It’s written all over my body.

He pushes the hem of my shirt up and licks his lips as he stares down at my exposed breasts, my chest heaving up and down.

              “Fuck me. You have the best tits in the world. So ripe and pink and fucking ready for me to suck and fuck.”

He firmly takes them in his hands and kneads them. When I cringe from his touch, he pinches my nipples so hard tears form in my eyes again. He’s enjoying torturing me like this. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of the cups of my bra and rips them down, dropping his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. The pressure is so intense that I cry out through the tape in pain and start to shake.

Trent is in his own deranged world. He continues his onslaught until it seems as if he has gotten his fill. When he lifts his head and looks at me with hunger I know what’s coming next. He unzips his pants and pulls his erection free. I can’t look. I can’t look. I turn my head away but he reaches up and yanks it back.

              “Do not take your eyes off of me or I will fuck you up. You got it, Clove?”

I nod yes in shock and then I hear my panties being ripped off. Before I even know what is happening, he is on top of me.

I try to take my mind and body to the only happy place I have ever known . . . my husband’s arms. But when I stare up into the eyes of my attacker my security is ripped away, because no matter how hard I try to think of Turner, all I can see is the man who is raping me.

He thrusts and thrusts, taking by force what is mine to give. His expression is contorted; his eyes have turned from green to black as if he is a man possessed. He is pounding into me so deeply I feel as if he is ripping me apart.

I feel him shudder with the force of his release as he comes inside me. I crawl into my own shell and scream from the agony of the pain being inflicted on my heart and body. My eyes are now clenched shut and he’s not moving. I need him off of me. God, please get him off me!

              “Clove? Jesus Christ, what have I done? Not to you, Clove. Oh, fuck me! No, no, no, not to you! I would never do anything to hurt you. Oh, fuck!”

He pulls himself off of me and I pull my legs in, curling myself into a ball at the other end in an attempt to get as far away from him as I possibly can. I cannot stop shaking as I sit there half-naked in the middle of a damn parking lot.

What do I do now? Me and my big mouth brought this whole thing upon myself. I watch him through my blurred vision as he straightens himself out and reaches down on the floor. I pray like hell he brings up his knife and kills me, but he doesn’t. I am already dead, so he may as well take that knife and plunge it straight through my heart and finish me off.

Instead, he has a rag of some sorts in his hand, and he leans down and wipes himself off with it. He pulls his pants the rest of the way up and then climbs back into the truck, closing the door behind him.