Pain radiated across Ashley's scalp as<strong>he </strong>jerked her back down onto all fours.  Small rocks tore at her knees and the palms of her hands.  Her breath was coming rapid and shallow and each exhale sounded out a low wheeze.  She continued to pray for her friends, for herself for someone to find them, for this to be a nightmare.  An image of her father flashed before her as she had last seen him at his desk before coming on this trip.  What would he do without her.  'Stop! Ashley, Stop!  You have to know you'll make it.  He can't kill me.  I won't let him."  Taking a deep breath she tried to get better control of herself.<br/><br/>When he had grabbed her private place Ashley surged forward only snapped back by the grip he had on her hair.  Dread crawled up her skin like a living thing; she felt sick to her stomach.  'It's OK, OK. OK.'  She kept repeating to herself.  I just have to make it one minute.  I can make it one minute."<br/><br/>She could feel his hand moving up her feeling her opening her like she was some pretty package.  'It's OK, OK. OK.  What he is doing, he not doing to me, just some skin.  It's just some skin.  He can't touch me.'  She rationalized.<br/><br/>The menace in his voice finally broke through her thoughts.  'Just do what he says. Repeat it.'  Her voice breaking on every word, she choked out, " Y... y..es...J...J...Jack, I a.. a..m going to be a g...g...oood little b...b..bitch for y..you."  She ground her nails into the hard dirt of the riverbank to keep herself from screaming.