He backed me up, clutching the chain until my back hit the wall. His warm breath smelled of Marlboro's and the mints he was never without.

I winced. Not because he'd hurt me but because I was truly afraid. I could feel the heat of his skin and the tenseness winding through his corded body.

I was already squeezing my knees together. In an unconscious effort to keep him out.

He looked down at them and gave me a pointed look. Blatant skepticism written over his face.

Asking me if I really thought that effort could keep him out.

He slid a knifed hand between my knees and pried it up between my thighs. Until it brushed my lower lips.

I fought the chain around my neck. Gripping his fist as I tried to twist away. My terrified eyes staring into his. I panted for breaths feeling restricted despite that he held it loosely enough it wasn't compressing my air.

Yet.

"It won't." He snorted. "I want to fuck you. Not kill you."

***

"Fuck you, Jared!" I grunted around the chain.

"Exactly..." His fingers brushed along my panties. Sliding them aside to rub my lower lips. Parting them to stroke the softer inner ones made me gasp and writhe harder but I was straddling the toilet and had nowhere to go.

When his finger entered me I squawked. "No. No, no! Jared stop."

"Screw that." He dismissed. In that horribly calm way. "Look. You're already wet."

He retracted his finger to show me how it was slicked with my fluids. He brushed it along my bottom lip.

"So sexy..."

"Let me go." I hissed through gritted teeth.

He scoffed. Tipping his head sideways and shaking it as though I were being ridiculous. "Come now, Mida...You know better..."

He kicked off his boots. Still holding me to the wall.

While he tipped his head down to see what he was doing, I frantically looked for a way out of this stupid little stall.

I tried to jerk from his grip and lunge around him but it only made his head snap up.

He stuck out his knee and slammed it against the wall, beneath my leg so I couldn't get over it. His grip was unmoved on my necklace.

***

I panicked. I'm not proud of it.

I could see the wrath in his eyes as he lowered his nose to mine. "I told you not to try and escape me. Yet...What do you keep doing?"

I screamed like a banshee. And flailed against that wall like a beached whale 100 yards inland.

He snarled and put his other hand over my mouth. "Shut up, Mida. If anyone comes running in here it'll be your fault I snap their neck."

And he would. I could see it on his face. Damn him!

***

I tossed my leg trying to get it back off his knee but he skid it higher against the wall. Making it so the dress was so tight around my hips and thighs I couldn't go anywhere.

His eyes trailed between us.

Seeing the same thing I did.

With one of my legs draped over his and unable to lift back off and my other one hooked behind the toilet, I was wide open. Trapped in that corner and unable to block myself from an intrusion.

"Don't." I pleaded.

But his free hand was already reaching to jerk the shoulders of my dress aside. Freeing my small pert nipples. He palmed one beneath my forearm, massaging it while I clutched his fist holding my necklace.

Hoping I could stop him from strangling me.

He stopped fondling me to jerk the sleeves down to my elbows so roughly I was surprised they didn't tear. He reached over and caught one side of the slit atop my thigh. Yanking it made the dress split up my side and bared my hip and thigh. He palmed it in a rough massage before following its curve to scoop my ass. Grunting in pleasure as he molded it.

I shook my head frantically. Willing him to stop.

Then he smirked at me and reached down between us.

***

"Jared." I let go of the necklace to catch his wrist.

He stopped and his hooded gaze lifted to me. Some hint of emotion was there.

That's impossible. He has none! I knew that more than anyone.

Still I tried. "Please, don't."

He straightened. His knee slid down off the wall, lowering my leg back on the opposite side of the toilet. So I was on my feet again staring up at him imploringly.

His blue gaze stared down his nose to rove my face, haughtily.

Just go. I willed him. Leave me alone. Just let me go back to my date and pretend this didn't happen.

"Fuck that!" He roared. Slamming a fist sideways into the wall and indenting the metal.

***

I cringed. Realizing he knew what I'd been thinking.

He reached between us and hooked a finger in the crotch of my filmy panties. His yank tore them clean off. He dropped them on the floor and tugged open the button and zipper of his pants. Putting a thumb in the waist to drag them down to his thighs and free one leg.

Still staring at me like a predator with an eye on prey.

"No..." I shook my head at him backing against the wall until I was so flat I wondered if I could melt into it. I was eyeing the bottom of the stall now. Wondering if I could go under.

"Yes. Oh, fuck yes." He sneered. Grating the words through gritted teeth as his eyes roved hungrily over me.