"You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen. I don't know how he could leave you."
He seemed sincere. But then, not being married, how could he understand what was required to sustain a marriage? How could she, for that matter? Hers wasn't working out all that well right now.
She tried to step around him, but he stepped into her path again.
"I can make you forget him. I'll show you what love-making should be like."
The situation was out of control and reasoning with him wasn't going to work. Did he actually think she would enjoy brute force, or was that merely an excuse? It didn't matter. It was clear he was going to do something. She darted for the pitchfork and he caught her mid-stride, lifting her off her feet. She kicked at him, but he dodged. In an instant he had her down and pinned to the floor.
"Get off me!" she demanded in a voice loud enough to wake the dead.
He chuckled as he straddled her at the waist. He didn't sit on her and when he leaned forward to trap her wrists, he was gentle but firm about it. Maybe he considered this frolicking, but to her it was frightening. He smiled down at her.
"Not until you're nice to me."
"It's all about power, isn't it?" she ranted. "You're bigger than me so you can do what you want. You're nothing but a rapist!"
He grinned. "Oh, you misunderstand. I'm not going to rape you. You can't rape a willing soul. I know what you're missing. He's been gone a long time.
He leaned down to kiss her lips and she bared clenched teeth.
He laughed and released her left hand long enough to pull the tail of her T-shirt out of her jeans.
There was little she could do at the moment with only one hand free - and that on the injured side - so she waited for a better opportunity. So far he hadn't done anything to make her think he would actually physically harm her. He caressed her stomach, gradually moving his hand up under her shirt until he reached the bottom of her bra. At that point it was obvious that this was no longer play. His fingers searched under the elastic of her bra, finding and grasping the breast. His expression changed and he groaned his desire.
That was when she jabbed him in the nose as hard as she could with her free hand. Pain ripped through her shoulder and she cried out.