Maya sat there on the cold floor, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal. She felt exposed and vulnerable, her massive tits partially covered only by her arms as she instinctively clutched them to her chest, trying to shield her modesty from his predatory gaze.
The cold air of the cabin bit at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Mike's massive, tanned body as he loomed over her.
As she looked up at him, the terrifying reality of her situation crashed down on her. She saw the way he looked at her not as a friend, not even as a woman to be wooed, but as a conquest to be taken.
'Oh god,' she thought, a wave of pure dread washing over her, 'if he doesn't stop... if he keeps going... he's going to strip me bare and take me right here on this floor like an animal.'
'He's going to rape me, and Marc won't even know...' The thought of Marc of her boyfriend made her want to scream, but the sheer dominance Mike radiated paralyzed her.
