Her skin was soft, damp to the touch as tiny droplets of sweat formed on the surface. He drew his fingers firmly up her arm; she squirmed and tried to pull way. Her wrists were bound and her ankles tied together, she couldn't move.

"I want to hold you close, with your skin pressed against me tight."

His voice was deep but recognizable. She tried to speak but he wrapped a cloth firmly across her mouth, all she could do was groan. The taste of the foul smelling fabric was salty and bitter cross her tongue.

She felt him lean down beside her, his breath hot against her neck, his lips mere inches from her skin.

"You love me Pam, you-love-me, I know it."