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straightened and turned to look at her. Despite her chilled state, Lora felt sweat break out all over her at the look in his eyes.
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Chapter V
"You don't learn very fast, do you?"
She was still on her knees with his hand on her neck forcing her head back so that she had to look up at him. He loomed over her, the striped blanket he had wrapped around himself to speak with Senora Rodriquez dropping from his shoulders so that he was once again clad only in his underpants. His body was huge and dark-furred and menacing, and his eyes glittered fiercely in the harshly carved face. Combined with the strength of the steely fingers that threatened to snap her neck, the homicidal look in his eyes terrified the wits out of her. The soft voice which had put the question to her only intensified her fear. She sat dumbly, quivering from head to toe as she stared up at him. At her lack of reply, his fingers tightened cruelly on her neck. Lora's hands half rose to grasp his arm in an instinctive effort to free herself of the excruciating grip, but something warned her that any resistance on her part now would be a grave mistake.
"You just exhausted my patience, lady. Stand up." The fingers on her neck dragged her upright without giving her a chance to obey under her own steam. Lora stood with her back to him, her eyes huge, her mouth shaking. He pushed her in the direction of the bed, and she went. His hand never left her neck.
He let her go near the foot of the bed. The relief of being suddenly free of those cruel fingers was such that her knees sagged. Her hand came up automatically to massage the tingling ache as she turned to face him. Her eyes sought him fearfully. What would he do to her now?
"I was just—just trying to ask her about—about a bathroom." Her newfound deceitful instincts rushed to her aid.
He snorted. "Yeah, and I'm Bugs Bunny," he retorted, his face hard. "Get undressed."
Lora stared at him, blanching. He was close, perhaps three feet away. She could feel the anger in him, feel the heat and sheer power of that barely clad body as if he stood mere inches from her. Those glittering black eyes impaled her. The grim mouth barely moved as he spoke. Lora's mouth quivered piteously as the hot sting of tears burned her eyes. It was going to happen now, the rape she had feared; by her own actions she had brought about just the crisis she had most dreaded. Dear God, what should she do?
He was regarding her falling tears without pity this time. Those obsidian eyes were dark and hard as twin coals. "I said get undressed." '
The harsh bite of his voice told her that he would tolerate no further delay. Lora quivered, biting her lower lip, looking at him piteously as her hand moved, slowly, slowly, to the top of the zipper at the back of her dress. He watched her without the slightest softening. She started to pull the zipper down, her eyes never leaving him. Soon she would be naked and vulnerable… Suddenly, Lora knew that she could not do it. She could not submit to this degradation without a fight.
Her hand dropped back to her side, her chin came up, and she met his eyes defiantly while the tears dried on her cheeks.
"No," she said. He stared at her for a moment as if unable to believe his ears. Then his mouth tightened and his face darkened ominously. He moved, and she stepped back nervously.
"If you touch me I'll scream," she warned in a high-pitched whisper. Her knees were quivering with fear, but he couldn't know that.
He stood stock still, staring at her for a long moment without speaking. Then he turned away. Lora sagged with relief. She had called his bluff, and she had won…
"So you'll scream, will you?" He turned back toward her, speaking with a fierce satisfaction. Lora's eyes widened with horror as she saw that he now held the pistol, which was pointed right at her heart. "I don't think so. Not if you want to live to be a day older. Now take off your clothes'"
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Chapter V
"You don't learn very fast, do you?"
She was still on her knees with his hand on her neck forcing her head back so that she had to look up at him. He loomed over her, the striped blanket he had wrapped around himself to speak with Senora Rodriquez dropping from his shoulders so that he was once again clad only in his underpants. His body was huge and dark-furred and menacing, and his eyes glittered fiercely in the harshly carved face. Combined with the strength of the steely fingers that threatened to snap her neck, the homicidal look in his eyes terrified the wits out of her. The soft voice which had put the question to her only intensified her fear. She sat dumbly, quivering from head to toe as she stared up at him. At her lack of reply, his fingers tightened cruelly on her neck. Lora's hands half rose to grasp his arm in an instinctive effort to free herself of the excruciating grip, but something warned her that any resistance on her part now would be a grave mistake.
"You just exhausted my patience, lady. Stand up." The fingers on her neck dragged her upright without giving her a chance to obey under her own steam. Lora stood with her back to him, her eyes huge, her mouth shaking. He pushed her in the direction of the bed, and she went. His hand never left her neck.
He let her go near the foot of the bed. The relief of being suddenly free of those cruel fingers was such that her knees sagged. Her hand came up automatically to massage the tingling ache as she turned to face him. Her eyes sought him fearfully. What would he do to her now?
"I was just—just trying to ask her about—about a bathroom." Her newfound deceitful instincts rushed to her aid.
He snorted. "Yeah, and I'm Bugs Bunny," he retorted, his face hard. "Get undressed."
Lora stared at him, blanching. He was close, perhaps three feet away. She could feel the anger in him, feel the heat and sheer power of that barely clad body as if he stood mere inches from her. Those glittering black eyes impaled her. The grim mouth barely moved as he spoke. Lora's mouth quivered piteously as the hot sting of tears burned her eyes. It was going to happen now, the rape she had feared; by her own actions she had brought about just the crisis she had most dreaded. Dear God, what should she do?
He was regarding her falling tears without pity this time. Those obsidian eyes were dark and hard as twin coals. "I said get undressed." '
The harsh bite of his voice told her that he would tolerate no further delay. Lora quivered, biting her lower lip, looking at him piteously as her hand moved, slowly, slowly, to the top of the zipper at the back of her dress. He watched her without the slightest softening. She started to pull the zipper down, her eyes never leaving him. Soon she would be naked and vulnerable… Suddenly, Lora knew that she could not do it. She could not submit to this degradation without a fight.
Her hand dropped back to her side, her chin came up, and she met his eyes defiantly while the tears dried on her cheeks.
"No," she said. He stared at her for a moment as if unable to believe his ears. Then his mouth tightened and his face darkened ominously. He moved, and she stepped back nervously.
"If you touch me I'll scream," she warned in a high-pitched whisper. Her knees were quivering with fear, but he couldn't know that.
He stood stock still, staring at her for a long moment without speaking. Then he turned away. Lora sagged with relief. She had called his bluff, and she had won…
"So you'll scream, will you?" He turned back toward her, speaking with a fierce satisfaction. Lora's eyes widened with horror as she saw that he now held the pistol, which was pointed right at her heart. "I don't think so. Not if you want to live to be a day older. Now take off your clothes'"
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