"Have you been seeing him?!" Stewart bellowed into Sam's ear.
"O-…of course not" Sam stuttered back to the raging, jealous man facing her. Stewart grabbed Sam's hair and threw her onto the couch, Sam screamed out in pain.
Stewart revealed his pen knife from his pocket. Sam's heart beating faster at the sight of the knife. "This is it" she thought to herself" he's really going to kill me!" Sam's wrists were very close to her legs, pushed into the back of the sofa. Stewart slit up from the trousers' hem, showing Samantha's tan brown leg. As he reached the top of the leg he also slit her underwear and ripped them from her body. He pulled off his own bottom clothes and raped her.
When Sam woke from her violated scene Stewart was no where to be seen. She pulled on some trousers lying on the floor, expecting them to be her own ripped pair then shuddered to find they were Stewarts. She pulled them off immediately feeling dirty and abused. She ran into the bedroom, found her own pair pulled them onto her quivering body and ran out into the street. She saw a man, gasped and ran down a dark ally. She heard the man shouting her name. "Sam? Sam! Sam wait!!" it was Phil as soon as she realized this she turned round. There was a figure in front of her, hearing Phil's voice made her think it was Phil. She hugged him close. "Why were you running Samantha?" a stern voice whispered in her ear. Sam gasped looking up. It wasn't Phil, it was Stewart. She tried to pull away but Stewarts dirty, strong hands were tight around her waist. "You have to answer me first idiot!" he screeched into her ear. "I was scared! I couldn't find you!" Sam lied. "Did little Sammy get scared of being on her own? After a bit of a tipsy drink last night?" Stewart implied feeding out his lies. He pushed Sam back into the house. At first Stewart was very calm. He poured himself a drink of scotch, without offering any to Sam he returned the bottle to the corner of the counter.
"So, what's been happening?" Stewart asked. Sam could see the vein on his forehead standing out blue and purple. "I mean… im a reasonable guy to talk to aren't I?" then he started shouting "aren't I!" Sam stammered saying how he was and how he was the most reasonable man she'd ever met. "Stop fing lying to me you little b!!" he yelled into her face. "I know you been sleeping with that son of a b!!!"
He pulled her hair once again but this time instead of raping her he shoved his repulsive body on top of her keeping her arms under his legs, then he hit her hard on each cheek, he must have done it about 5 times each cheek. Sam's swollen eyes were pouring out more tears than a tap with water. Stewart left the room, Sam's blood dripping from his knuckles.