Damn!! it was too late to run, too late to escape.  He had slowly advanced on her even as she had approached him.  She knew that look in his eyes, that angle of his head, the hunger that washed across his features.  Gulping she tried to keep her wits about her, but there was an edge of fear swirling in her belly.<br/><br/>He dropped her med kit, she followed it, her gaze flickering from him to the case and then back as it hit the soft sand.  She soon followed.  She was wearing shorts and a tshirt, sneakers on her feet.  She scampered back, using her hands behind her, "this isn't the way you want it" she tried to reason with him, then in a move of desperation she turned onto her front, scrambling to get to her feet and run...<br/><br/>She couldn't believe this was happening!! She was stranded on an island, and the first man she comes across is wanting to rape her.  She could scream, but would that do her any good.  There might be more of his mates on the island, and her screaming would bring them to them.  She had to run, that was the only thing she could do.  But try as she might the sand made it impossible to get any grip and her panic was building...<br/>