Setting the mood.

A minute later, Eve can see a roofed area, almost a gazebo, with a bed beneath it. If it wasn't for the nature of her circumstance, the scene would almost be romantic. But instead, the scene brings her a sense of dread.

The man, with a lecherous grin, lays Eve on the bed with almost exaggerated care.

Eve offers the man no resistance, fear holding her immobile, Anna, you promised, you have to protect me! Eve thinks in a near panic as the man sits on the edge of the bed, "Now, we can do this a couple of different ways. Most of the guys would just throw a girl on this bed and have their way with her. Me, I like a girl who begs for it because she's enjoying herself, but I'm not above taking the first option."

He pauses, looking Eve in the eye, "So, option one; you fight, you scream, you cry, you do whatever you think you have to, and I'll fill your little cunt full of cum. Or option number two; you can lay back and try to enjoy yourself. I'll get you a drink, something to help with the anxiety, I'll wear a condom if you want, we'll take our time and I'll try to make this a good first experience for you," He lets the words sink in for a few seconds, "You going to make this difficult? Or you going to let me treat you like the special girl you are?"