"Many years ago?" Her mind wondered.
"Do not deny it, Delilah," his cold husky voice replied to her. She had not known that she had asked the question loudly. Who was Delilah? Why had he mistaken her for someone else and what did he mean by many years ago?
Many years ago did not even seem to exist in her diary, she herself did not exist many years ago. She was just eighteen now and she could not have talked about enjoying torture in her mum's womb. When her eyes rolled up to him again she felt a sudden boost of anger, she stared down at the damp ground to spot her already torn robe and nightgown, this man had just dirtied her most horribly.
She did not know what to do. Was she to squat down to take the torn clothes to cover up her body that was freezing or was she to take the stone that had fallen into her brassiere the moment the clothes were turned off her. Taking the stone looked like the better option, but hitting him with it looked like a very foolish idea.
