Ciara finally let the tears fall when the hefty man, standing at about 6ft 4inches, grabbed her to himself, a sneer curling on his lips; in his eyes, wicked glee.
"I am the one tasked to watch you, to make sure you don't kiss and tell, and I have to say I appreciate a good woman when I see one… I like my woman loyal, but I don't like them crying… it dampens my mood."
"Please…" Ciara pleaded, her voice trembling as she pushed the tears the more. Maybe if she cried enough, he would be totally turned off.
"More of that, and I will blow your brains out. I doubt you are any useful to the boss really… they could just hire another idiot at the hospital. So you better keep that mouth shut."
As he spoke, his eyes trailed lustfully over her face, down to the mounds almost hidden in the shapeless dress, and her quaking legs.
"You will be a delight, I am sure, and I must enjoy you."
And then he threw her rougly to the long sofa where she and her family had watched many TV shows.
