Daylight was peeking in the windows when Mary's eyes slowly opened. Her eyes strained to focus on anything. So far all she knew was that she was on her back looking up at the ceiling. At first she thought that she had just had a really bad dream. Reality closed in around her as her eyes adjusted to being open. She didn't recognize the ceiling which sent a lump into her throat. Not her house and not a dream. Mary shifted and heard the squeaking of bed springs beneath her. They poked and prodded at her spine which made her shift more. Slowly she rose to a sitting position on the bed and brought her palm to her face and rubbed gently. When she lowered her hand she realized she was in a bedroom. It was in the same old farmhouse she had been brought to. The room was a bit dusty and lacked much furniture. It had only the bed on which she sat, a dresser in the corner and an old armoire in the corner.

The drugs they had given her seem to be wearing off but still made her limbs a bit numb. Slowly she shifted her body to swing her legs off of the side of the bed and dangle her feet near the floor. That's when she noticed she was wearing a dark blue short sleeved cotton sundress. The hem hung just below her knees with a modest neckline. Who changed my cloths? she asked herself when she finally found the courage and strength to stand. Her bare feet touched the floorboards which creaked when she brought herself down on them. Mary hugged herself as she walked carefully around the room. She didn't want to let anyone know she had risen. The more the drugs wore off the more she could feel herself in a panic.

Mary tried the windows first. Her fingers laced about the frame and her palms against it she shoved upwards. It didn't budge "What the hell?" she questioned and shoved again. "Come on." she demanded. The window wasn't locked but it wouldn't open. Her fingers searched hurriedly around the frame and soon she found screws drilled into the frame that went directly into the surrounding wood. "Damnit!" she cursed the window and pushed herself off of the wall and away from it in frustration. Break it her mind told her and she shook her head at herself even if I did it's a second story drop. Mary sighed softly as she tried to clear her mind and think.

Soon she went to the door and turned the knob, it wouldn't budge. It was old and could be locked or unlocked from either side, but it needed a key. Another heavy sigh escaped her lips and she put her hands on her head and gripped her hair. When she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs she panicked and scrambled about the room. Break the window and jump! her impulse urged but her reason stopped her. She wouldn't be able to run if she smacked against the ground wrong. Shit! she told herself and finally decided on a hiding spot under the bed. For someone who lived for horror movies she didn't seem to remember the do's and don'ts. Brilliantly stupid Mary she scolded herself as she crawled beneath the bed.

The lock turned and she heard the knob squeak as it turned and the door hinges complained when the door opened. Her hand went to her mouth to muffle her small chirp. Mary saw large heavy boots with ratty pants overhanging them. She knew it was Thomas. His heavy footsteps pounded the floorboards which groaned in response. Mary's breath quickened until she was holding it. She couldn't keep her body from trembling. When he approached the bed and his feet were so near her shoulder she closed her eyes and tensed her body.

Suddenly the bed began to slide across the wooden floor. It made and ear piercing screech as it did. Mary screamed as the beast of a man shoved the bed across the room as if it were nothing to reveal her hiding. "Mine..!" he growled in a loud voice but not yelling at her. His large meat hook like hand sought her shoulder length dark blonde hair and pulled her up by it. Mary whaled as her weight was on the strands of her hair. Her own hands seized his wrists to try to loosen his grip. He was un phased by it and soon lifted her so that only her toes touch the ground. "Let…let go!" she demanded and he obliged by tossing her onto the bed which let out a loud squeak. The behemoth man then pulled the bed back to its original resting place and slammed it down which made Mary loose balance on the bed for a moment.

Thomas glanced her over and took in a breath. Mary flinched back and scrambled to get off the bed and on the opposite side. She couldn't see his face to clearly beneath the mask he wore since it covered up most of his features, at least from the bridge of his nose down. His eyes gave away very little towards his mood or intent. It was unsettling for Mary that he didn't show much emotion in his eyes like most people did. His size was intimidating enough. Mary had thought herself tall for a woman but he was easily seven feet tall and dwarfed her so she felt like a doll to him. He approached her with heavy steps and Mary retreated to playing a game of chase around the bed. Her palms stretched out as she spoke softly "Now..wait..you don't want to hurt me." she said and felt her hear faltering in beats. She remembered what Luda Mae had said about her being Thomas' girl. He reached out for her "Family.." he grumbled under his breath and she retreated more trying to shift her way to the door. He hadn't locked it back. Remember Luda Mae's words sent chills down her spine. 'Beautiful babies' recalled more clearly and Mary felt a jolt which sent her for the door. She heard Thomas roar with anger and his heavy steps pursued her.

It swung open and she launched herself down the hall and the stairs to the kitchen. The nearest door outside was the kitchen and she flung it open and stumbled out. Without hesitation she ran off down the driveway. Her feet pounded against the unforgiving earth. Rocks scratched at her feet and tore at her flesh but she didn't falter. She had made it down the drive and she could see the highway before she saw the police cruiser coming down the drive after her. Oh shit she screamed within her mind and veered off of the driveway and into the field towards the highway. Don't stay on the road, make it hard for them to follow but the field was open enough and she turned her head over her shoulder to see Hoyt laughing as he gunned the gas which lurched the car forward and faster towards her. The vehicle bounced over bumps and dipped into animal burrows until he was closing in on her.

Mary tried to keep her pattern hard to follow. She could see the tree line on the opposite side of the highway and knew if she could just make it there he wouldn't be able to follow her in the car. The highway was close, the tree line closing in almost, almost, almost she repeated. Her eyes darted to her right to see the police cruiser hood. "No!" she screamed and tried to muster what energy she had left. Her steps shifted to change her directly and the cruiser followed. Again she saw the hood but didn't have time to change direction as the butt of a rifle was thumped against her head and her world began to spin. Her eyes floated within her skull and she attempted to keep her balance. Her steps all but stopped and she stumbled left and right while barely moving forward. "She's a fighter, I'll giv 'er that." she heard Hoyt's voice through the ringing in her ears. A grunt was all that responded and she had to assume that was Thomas. Her assumption was proven accurate when the giant of a man scooped her up and with little effort tossed her over his shoulder. Mary flailed her weak limbs but it was like flies against a horse, a minor inconvenience to the man who carried her. "Told ya we'd catch 'er." Hoyt said to Thomas and patted him on the opposite shoulder.

Hoyt got into the police cruiser but Thomas carried Mary up the driveway. His grip on her tight enough to nearly take her breath away. He seemed concerned from what she could tell on his face when he had first lifted her onto his shoulder. She couldn't see his face now since she was being carried with her face at his back. When they got closer to the house she heard a frantic Luda Mae "Oh sweet Lord ya found her." Thomas sat Mary down onto her feet but kept a tight grip on her arm. Luda Mae ran to her and hugged her "Ya can't go wanderin' off 'round here. There's some real mean people out there." Mary's mouth dropped open and a brow raised did she really just say that was all she could think. Luda Mae didn't see Mary's face when she pulled from the embrace as her features had went back to normal. "Take 'er upstairs boy. This time lock the damned door. As fun as this was I ain't got time fer it." Hoyt said as he approached them from behind. Luda Mae took Mary's hand and patted it gently before Thomas hoisted her up "Stop it! I'm not a child, put me down!" she demanded in a tone stern as she could manage. He wasn't phased in the least by her words and continued into the kitchen and up the stairs. Her kicking and squirming got her nowhere.

Once they were inside the room he tossed her onto the bed so she landed on her bottom "Stop manhandling me!" she screamed and hit her fists into the bed at her sides. He seemed to ignore her as he locked the door and put the key on a shelf that was far out of her immediate reach. His back remained to her after he placed the key. Mary scooted herself to the edge of the bed and stood up "So what now hmmm? What do you want?" she was scared of him to say the least but for the moment she was hiding it. The man turn to face her and Mary swallowed hard with her hands in fists at her sides. Despite her outward appearance her heart was fluttering as fast as it could beneath her breasts. Her breath was unsteady and erratic. "I want to go home…let me go." her voice was a mixture of pleading and demand. Thomas shook his head 'no' and pointed to the floor "Home now.." he said in his gruff slow voice. Mary shook her head 'no' like he had done "No..this isn't my.." her words would not be finished for he closed the distance between them with surprising speed given his size. His arms encircled her form and hugged her tightly to him "Mine." he stated possessively. One arm held her and the other stroked her hair as if he was making some attempt to sooth her.

Mary didn't budge when he held onto her. However, her body trembled out of her control. After a few moments she planted her palms on him and attempted to push herself away but he jerked roughly and squeezed her to him it nearly took her breath away. "Okay, okay let go." she was relieved when he released her from his grasp. Although it did not take long for her relief to be replaced with fear as he began to remove his shirt. "Wait…wait a minute." she began and took several steps back unknowingly brining herself closer to the bed behind her. His shirt lifted up over his stomach and his head. As she imagined he was built like a brick shithouse. Mary could see the ripple of muscle in his abs, his chest and shoulders now. No wonder she had lifted her so easily. She hadn't considered herself a petite woman and this explained why she seemed to weigh nothing to him.

As if she regained her composure she stretched her palms out defensively as she had before. "All this because I was nice? I'm nice to everyone…really…I am. From a small town everyone says hi." she was rambling with her nerves. Luda Mae had told her that no one aside from family had ever been nice to Thomas, let alone defended him. Thomas continued his slow steps forward closing the distance between them that she had created. He stretched out his hand to touch her cheek and she cringed back and felt her legs bump against the bed. There was almost a hint of hurt in his eyes and she, if only for an instance, felt bad for having hurt his feelings. Mary tried to move her way down the length of the bed to move away from it but he caught her shoulders and pulled her to him once more.

With her pinned against his body with on arm he was able to unzip the dress down the length of her back. Mary squirmed in his grasp "Stop, stop..don't." she started but soon the dress fell free of her and pooled at the floor around her feet. Her hands pushed on his chest once more to separate them. He had lost his patience with her and now shoved her back so that she landed on her back on the bed. She let out a huff of air as her back impacted the mattress. There was little time to recover from it as he was already on top of her. Thomas had some of his body weigh against her to pin her to the bed. His body between her thighs. Thomas' mask brushed against her skin while he brought his face to hers and they were cheek to cheek. Mary heard him inhale deeply, taking in her scent and growling out the breath as he enjoyed her smell. "Mine." he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. He'd never thought of being with any of the girls like Hoyt often was. They were all mean, cruel and he hated them. Mary was different, she had been kind to him and that meant something. It made him feel differently towards her.

Everything Thomas learned about sex had been from Hoyt. Not the best source but the basics were taken care of. Mary felt his hand slip up her thigh and with one powerful pull her panties tore from her body. She let out a scream of surprise and small red marks formed where the fabric had been slightly tougher and rubbed at her skin. "Mine…" he whispered again into her ear and pawed his hands up and down the length of her body. The only clothing that remained was her bra. She waited for the inevitable to happen.


Sorry this chapter took so long. Working on a couple at the moment. It's a weird place to stop but the next chapter will pick up where this leaves off including the juicy details of the bedroom.