<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda let out a gasp when Thomas' fingers closed around her throat. His fingers were terribly cold. And he was the strongest man she had ever met, that was a fact. Not that she had met that many closely enough to know how strong they were, of course. But none other man had ever gripped Melinda that hard.<br/><br/>When Thomas called her 'dearie', Melinda cringed. Something about that word in Thomas' voice caused that reaction. His comment about the 'little death' made Melinda's cheeks burn. "Never", the girl repeated, though with much less confidence now that they were so close.<br/><br/>Thomas' movement in turning her around and slamming her against the wall made Melinda gasp again. The girl's eyes closed as she waited for those black dots to start moving up and down. By pure instinct, Melinda's hand went up and pushed Thomas' away when he touched her face. He was terribly disgusting for her, and Melinda could not even think about having him touch her in a more intimate way. Of course, at this point, there was very little choice, if any. Screaming would probably be pointless. <br/><br/>"Please, don't..." Begging brought a bitter taste to Melinda's throat, and she knew Thomas loved to cause fear. But she couldn't let herself lose the only thing she still held on to for this dirty bully. "Please...", she pleaded again, while trying to see if someone was nearby, someone she could ask for help.</div>