Isabel Stevens is so excited! She had her first modeling job today, and it went superb. The cameras fell in love with her. To add the cherry on top, her fiancé is taking her out to a lovely, hard-to-get-into French restaurant down town. She has the perfect thing to wear. Her favorite little boutique was having a sale, and she picked up this adorable little black dress. It has double spaghetti straps across the back and a teasingly low cut in front. She spent a little more on shoes than normal, but she couldn't resist the two inch stilettos. It was going to be a perfect night, and she wanted to dress for the occasion. She might even wear her grandmother's pearls. Oh, how exciting!
At exactly seven o'clock, the doorbell rings. Her fiancé is always punctual…never a minute late for anything. Oh, and he brought her orchids, her favorite! She lets him in, and he runs a finger through her beautiful blonde hair.
"You are looking stunning tonight, as usual."
Blushing, Izzie replies, "We had better get going. We're going to be late!"
"What's the rush? I want to spend some more time with you first."
He pulls her into his arms and gives her a passionate kiss. When she starts to join in, he holds her closer and runs his hands up and down her back. She starts to pull away.
Still blushing, she insists "Honey, we really should get going. This restaurant is hard to get into, and our reservation is for seven thirty."
"Just give me a few more minutes, darling. I want to savor this moment."
He pulls her close again and this time gets more physical. As much as Izzie wants to go on to the next step, she has always insisted on waiting until marriage. She has no intentions of breaking that rule, no matter how strong the temptation is.
A little more assertively she says, "Honey, enough! We HAVE to get going."
"Oh, come on, honey. You are looking so beautiful tonight. How can I possibly resist? I've waited so long to have you. I can't wait any longer."
"NO! You know my rule about that. I want our wedding night to be special. You will just have to wait."
"Well, sweetheart, that just isn't an option for me anymore."
He forcefully grabs her and pushes her onto the couch. Afterwards, he gets up and leaves her laying there. She is so ashamed. She was in too much shock to fight back. How could he do that to her? She looked at her ruined black dress and her grandmother's pearls scattered all over the floor. She knew she was bleeding, but she couldn't move. All she could do is cry.