Chapter Eight
Pain is black. Kelli’s dreams were filled with the thought of it. She didn’t hear him enter, but she felt his presence. Her mind reacted, her eyes sprung open and there he stood. She gasped. She felt his fingers menacingly tweaking her n*****s, feeling up her nearly naked body, and stroking her crotch.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
Smothering her with the breath of stale garlic, he switched his carelessly caressing hand from her cunt to her mouth. He grinned.
“About time you woke up.”
When she boarded the train last night, he had treated her kindly. Kelli supposed he wouldn’t murder her now. She tried to relax.
“I know what you’ve been about on my train, fornicating and frolicking with those men. Watched you last night. Heard you through the compartment walls just an hour or
