He grunted sharply and almost came to a stop. He went on though and his hand as I knew it would gave me the promised retribution I'd been expecting, only it was a lot harder than the first time had been.
Tears came to my eyes and I bit my lip hard before I savagely said, "I really hate you now!"
"Duly noted, now shut up or do you want another one?"
I shut up as his hand drifted back to the other side. A moment went by as I experienced extreme frustration at the hopelessness of my situation.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I whispered out fiercely against his back, "Why don't you just tie me up and get it over with! I know you want me! You stinking coward! You think you're so tough beating up on a woman! Go ahead and show me how tough you are! I hate you! I hate all men, but I especially hate you!"
"Would you just shut up already!" Came the unperturbed voice of the man that held me captive.
More tears fell as I hung limply over this man's shoulder. I wasn't ready for this interaction with a male business. He was both my savior and my tormentor.
Could God really be so cruel as to throw me into a situation like this where intimacy was assured to take place with someone that I detested?
I was scared and alone with a man in the jungle that I fully knew intended to make me his Eve at some point. Meanwhile my brother was out there, God knew where, perhaps injured or even now in the process of dying!
A package I couldn't stop now would arrive to break the hearts of my adoptive parents and where was I in all this?
Slung over the shoulder of a caveman that should've gone out with the dinosaurs!
In a sheer cry of frustration I drove my other elbow into his other kidney. Again he grunted painfully, but I was too caught up in cringing at the expected pain of his next smack to take enjoyment of the pain that I had caused him.
The smack didn't come.
He'd stopped and was breathing heavily. Oh no this was going to be bad!
I'd pushed him too far!
I instantly regretted my impulsive attempts to hurt him. I was the one that stood the most to lose in any confrontation between us.
His voice had a pained note to it as he said, "You have quite the temper don't you?"
"Yes." I admitted feeling a little relieved at the normality of his tone of voice.