The slap caught her hard, sending her flying across the back seat.  Her hand flew to her cheek, pressing against it, her eyes wide with fear.  She shuffled round, her feet on the seat, her eyes on him, "bastard" she sneered, "dont fucking touch me" she felt her fear eating at her.  "She...she..." it took her a few moments to realise who he meant.  She gasped "Lady Shaw" she said, "she told you I had gone.." she kicked at the man next to her, her boots heavy and firm.  "I will not go back.  She wont get her hands on me." She started again, fear fueling her desparate fight.