Chapter 4 Fear

The triumphant glee in Warren Johnson Jr's voice made me want to scream in fear.

No one had had the temerity to tell him to stop.

No one had ever asked him to leave them alone. Not until I had entered the picture.

And I had done just that-rejected his advances and made him feel like a nobody.

Which was why he was hellbent on teaching me a lesson.

*

To be honest with myself, I knew that I was no towering beauty.

I was only a plump little junior student whose parents were on the payroll of Warren's rich daddy.

Which made my rejection of his advances even more difficult for him to accept. Having been brought up in a world where his father's muscle men and later, he and his friends were used to ruling the roost, he had been first startled and later enraged by my indifference to his advances.

And more than a little intrigued.

That had probably made me attractive in his eyes.

And later, that had made me the ideal target for his sadistic revenge.

I swallowed but I stood up, grimacing as the pain struck me. I could not run further.

But I would not go down without a fight.

The throbbing in my left breast was a warning that I would fight back fiercely, smaller and outnumbered though I was.

Raising my head proudly, I glared at the approaching men.

***

'There she is, the little sl*t!' shouted Warren triumphantly, pointing to me.

With a jubilant whoop, they began to race down the hill towards me, leaping over the rocks with war cries. I could see Warren tear off his shirt as he ran, exposing his chest with the abs he had gained from regularly pumping iron.

It was meant to scare me, the show of his powerful body. But what scared me was the fact that I was alone on this part of the forest.

There was no one to help me if I cried out.

Warren had a reputation for meanness, and many of the girls he spent the night with had spoken of his brutality. But they still simpered and cowered before him because he was by far the closest thing to a king in this area.

No one had challenged him; no one had had the temerity to tell him to

Pushing back my tangled hair and the mangled top which had been torn earlier, I prepared to fight them till the end, clenching my fists defiantly.

*

"Well, well!' sneered Rowan, a foot soldier of Warren's. He was skinny and had strong body odour. You could smell him from a mile away. A real skunk, I thought, recoiling from the lust in his eyes.

They were in front of me, all shirtless, their bodies gleaming with sweat as they stood, looking at me. I had managed to push myself against a tree and I now stood facing them bravely.

Their eyes gleamed lewdly, and I shrank back, fear entering my soul for the very first time.

'Poor little girlie...' crooned Lester, the third wheel of the dangerous trio. His dark, shaven head gleamed in the moonlight, and I could see the ugly look on his face. His thick lips folded back in a parody of a smile as he went on,

"Did you think we would let you wander off into the woods alone?"

"C'mon! Let's roll, boys!' Warren shouted impatiently, his hands on his trouser belt, and I flinched. ' Let's teach this cun* a lesson!'

He cackled and yelled,

' We got us a cherry to pick tonight, boys!'

I shuddered. So they knew I was a virgin, I thought furiously, my face heating up.

But I would not beg.

"You... hateful pigs!' I spat.

***

The rage that sliced across his face made me wish I had kept my mouth shut as he reached forward swiftly and ripped my top off my chest, exposing my full breasts in the pretty lacy bra.

'OOH. Look at them globes!' drooled Lester, and I saw his hands twitch as he touched his trousers. The unsightly bulge there made me avert my eyes.

I pressed my back into the bark of the tree, my eyes flitting over their faces, one by one.

**

As though he had had enough of playing with me, Warren stepped forward and caught me, pinning my arms to my sides with one meaty hand as he ran his free hand over me roughly. I struggled wildly, kicking and cursing him, but it only made them laugh. There was a touch of sadistic pleasure in their laughter, and I cried out as Warren backhanded me, the blow causing my head to hit the bark of the tree.

"Bitch, ' he growled, bringing his mouth to me and biting my neck as I whimpered in pain. 'Whore. We boys are gonna teach you some manners, eh, guys?'

He brought his wet mouth on mine, although I tried to turn my head away but he grabbed my hair. As he kneaded my breast roughly, he kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. The others roared appreciatively as he yanked my hair and I yelped in pain as he jerked it, back, exposing my throat and my chest with the torn outfit hanging pathetically. One hand coarsely gripped my breast painfully as he ground his hardness between my thighs.

He bunched the gaping neck of my top in one large fist and pulled it down.

I shook in humiliation and rage, fear, as well; knowing he and his friends were hell bent on enjoying themselves.

"You...You bast*rd!' I spat in fury, struggling.

Warren's face contorted in rage and he raised his hand to strike me. But a long , mournful sound broke through our skirmish.

The call of a wolf.

***

The moonlight lit up the place and suddenly, the long, low howl flooded the valley, at once menacing and sinister. The aroma of the pine trees filled the air and at the same time, I could smell the fear on that moonlit landscape as Warren's companions turned. They searched the crest of the hill where the sound had seemed to come from. The whites of Lester's eyes stood out prominently as he turned to face Warren.

His face was pale and it was not a trick of the moonlight.

Lester was scared.