The door slammed shut and I face--planted into a pillow when he threw me down on the bed in the center of the room. I didn't know whose room we were in but the smell of sex and sweat made me think it had been used not too long ago. The urge to gag was strong but my fear of the man in front of me was stronger so I needed to focus.

I turned on the worn--down mattress, ignoring the feel of the feathers poking my legs, and watched him turn the lock and stalk over to the bed. He was slick ...