CHAPTER 12

NARRATOR…

"No! Let me go!", she screamed. She kicked her feet as the tall black lifted her up off the ground in his arms. "Let go of me, you dirty nigger! Put me down!" But her struggles were totally ineffective against the six foot, 190-pound, muscular.

"Get her in here!", she heard another man hiss, and immediately first guy dragged the helpless girl into her own bedroom, where he quickly tore all her clothes off and brutally flung her down onto her own bed. Her head smacked against the headboard, and she lay there, momentarily stunned.

As she rolled over, dazed, Layla saw the huge, black man – "Oh, God...", she shuddered, pressing a hand to her bruised forehead.

First guy turned to second one and angrily asked, "What are we supposed to do with this stupid, little, white bitch?"

Layla was shocked when she heard.

He smiled and said, "I know what to do with her. You"re just gonna have to make her a whore for black men, like her husband want."

unable to speak, although in her mind, she screamed. he said in anger What? You want me to rape this little, white bitch till she learns to behave herself? That it?"

"Oh, God, no! , please – help me!" Layla quickly scrambled to get off of the bed and run, but was knocked flat on her back by Tyrone"s massive hand slapping her so hard across the mouth that she saw stars.

"Shut up and stay on that bed, bitch!", he growled.

Defiantly, although tears were forming in her eyes, layla barked back, "You can"t tell me what to do, nigger! Now let me go or I"ll call the police!"

Tyrone yanked layla up by her hair, and backhanded her across the mouth, then slapped her face, hard, several times. "You ain"t calling nobody, bitch, and you better shut that slut mouth of yours! you have no access to anything now. "

Stung and stunned by the blows, layla sank back onto the bed, crying. Tyrone just looked down at her, frowning.

Skeptical, Tyrone spoke down to Layla, who was sobbing on the bed. "You a virgin, girl?"

Suddenly hopeful that he would let her go – that she could make this nightmare somehow end – Layla eagerly replied, "Yes! Yes! I am! I"m a good girl! Please don"t hurt me! I won"t tell anyone anything, I promise! Just please let me go!" She tried to focus her gaze on Tyrone"s eyes.

Tyrone looked down at the naked teenager, and pronounced, "God damn, she is a pretty little white bitch!" Layla was, indeed, a beautiful young girl. She had long, blacl hair, pretty blue eyes, and a beautiful Cupid "s bow mouth.

and she had a small waist that flared out into perfectly rounded hips and an ample bottom. Since it was winter, and she hadn"t been out in the sun in months, her flesh was all a creamy white. She blushed in shame at being exposed to the glare of the large, black man"s eyes, and tried, unsuccessfully to cover herself.

Tyrone knocked her hands away, and growled, "Don"t you be trying to cover yourself up, bitch, you hear me? Show me them pretty white tits."

Terrified, Layla stared up, wide-eyed, at the threatening black man, and forced herself to keep her hands down on the bed. She stammered in fear, "What...what are you going to do to me? Please don"t hurt me." Unspoken, she thought to herself, please don"t rape me.

"How stupid are you, bitch? Ain"t you been listening here?" Tyrone grabbed hold of himself and held up in front of Layla"s face. "I"m gonna shove this in you, and rape you – that"s what I"m going to do with you!"

"No! No! Please!", Layla screamed.

Second man pushed Layla away in disgust, and said to Tyrone, "It ain"t no good. This proud, little bitch ain"t gonna listen to reason. You"re just gonna have to rape her till she learns to be a whore."