He walked over to me and pushed me forward onto the ground. I fell face first and landed on my hands and knees. Before I could even scramble to get up, I felt the cold metal of the gun pressed to the back of my head. "Don't move," his cold voice said in a low whisper.

"Now Charles," he taunted, "should I take her like this, like an animal?" He flipped up my long skirt. I felt the air hit the back of my thighs.

"No," Charles yelled. I could hear him futilely beating against the tree with his body.