Ciara Banjanark the Scottish Slut slept in her bed; unaware the window she opened to cool her room from the day's summer heat was an invitation for an unwanted sexual encounter. Unaware of the gloved hand that carefully pulled it open further, just enough to slip inside and loom over her, a wicked shadow, an immovable column of power. She was unaware that he had watched her undress for bed and had watched her sleep for agonizing hours.

When he reached for her, she woke slowly, eyes opening heavily and reluctantly. She felt a rough gloved hand over her mouth to muffle her startled gasp. His heavy body crushed her, made her too breathless to scream while his other hand slipped between them, with the help of his knees, to part her tangled legs. A whimper from her did nothing to soften his cold gaze as he pushed his gloved finger into her body, violating her.

Ciara froze, shock made her stiff, arching, then shaking. She relaxed then blinked away the tears. She wasn't in shock, she'd just orgasmed. Her eyes now opened wide with alarm and his fingers stopped. Her assailant was also confused and stared down into her face, searching them for answers she couldn't possibly provide. The BLACK MAN didn't keep that expression long; it hardened once again as he adjusted his considerable weight above her.