Spencer Sullivan's hand reached out, gripping her wrist, then rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
In the pitch-black room, Yvonne Young stared wide-eyed at the man's eyes, which sparkled like obsidian in the dark.
The man's deep voice sounded above her, "Why didn't you go to the Town Hall this morning?"
It was a question devoid of any anger.
Yvonne didn't know if it was her imagination, but now she only worried about waking Yolanda and having her witness this awkward scene.
She whispered to Spencer Sullivan, "Let go of me first, don't wake the child."
As Yvonne worried about Yolanda, Spencer only grew more irritated.
One hand grasped Yvonne's wrists, controlling her, while the other hand tore at her collar, kissing her neck.
Dominant but not overly rough.
Yvonne pleaded softly, "Spencer, can you wait a moment? Let me take the child away first."
She tried to break free.