There he stood in front of her, she felt like a trapped animal. "Mr. Mercer, no, ple-", she barely go the words out before he was dragging her back to his room. Melody tried to pull, bit deep down, she knew the struggle would be futile.<br/><br/>As he dragged her up the stairs, she worried more about what he was going to do to her now. He locked the door, closed the blinds, she knew there would be no "discussion". She was in for something much worse. The air was knocked from her lungs as he grabbed her hair and pushed her to the desk. Tears began again, he had Melody so scared, she didn't dare to speak.<br/><br/>She felt her skirt hike up, and she screamed silently to herself. He couldn't do this, he wouldn't! Then she heard the tear, the last barrier of decency that was covering her bare ass and sex. "Please Mr. Mercer, stop," she whimpered. This was a total nightmare for Melody, this gross old man had set his sights on her and he was relentless. Melody didn't have a chance. Her whole body jumped as his hand hit her backside, she yelped in pain. Her whole body trembled scared of what his ultimate plans were for her - Melody would not get out of this unscathed - not a chance.