<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br/>The outskirts of Reedland, nearbye<br/>Human<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged- Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dianna sucked her breathe inward. His comment about her toes made her squeamish, but it sounded like a bluff. She swallowed hard and creased her brow to feign horror on her face. He was out of his mind, that much was clear to her, but nothing was going to get her out of this. No one was going to come and save her, and she couldn't count on that, even if it was likely. The possibilities were endless, Jack would likely kill her. He would be raping her before tomorrow's sunrise. She wanted to cry, and her face reflected this. But, she was willing to get dirty, disposable, and degraded. She started to hate herself desperately as she started to speak. "I said, I'll scream in any way you want me to scream." She liked it. The disgust, her devastation appeared to have no end, she stared down the seedless, lifeless, tunnel of her future, now. Jack had no way of knowing, but he was lucky. Dianna was perfect for him. She had the outlasting American dream, the subservient attitude of battered housewife. She was on the road for something new. She was a slave to her own visceral emotions, and being dominated was a collar that never left her throat.<br/><br/>The girl had no way of comprehending his limits. He would likely discover her levels of discomfort in no time. Being treated roughly during sex was different than rape. Her naivety was enveloping. She had no idea what she was in for.