As Julie lay sleeping, lost in dreams of playing on a white sandy beach somewhere sunny, a sound woke her. She opened her eyes to look up sleepily into the shadowy face of a man. His hand came down to cover her mouth and stifle the sound of her terrified screams. She grabbed his wrists and pulled at them. No matter how much she tugged, he would not let go. Julie began to kick as the oxygen seemed to dwindle, and she began to feel lightheaded.
The sound of his soft laughter curled around her ear as she felt him crawl up onto the bed beside her. Struggling harder, Julie almost twisted out of his grasp. His laugh became a snarl and she heard the click before the cold metallic feel of handcuffs registered around her wrist as he jerked her arms up to the post of her canopy bed. She begged him to release her just as the second click was heard.
The man moved back off the bed and began to pull off his clothing. Julie begged him not to hurt her, but he never responded. She began to tremble in terror as she heard the sound of a zipper opening. The loud thud of his shoes being tossed onto the floor at the foot of the bed seemed to echo through the room, and then she felt the mattress shift again. Julie opened her mouth to scream, and a knotted silk scarf was quickly shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head.
She began to kick again, so he straddled her thighs to hold her down. She tried to buck up against his body hoping to throw him off, but he only laughed. Then he grasped the neckline of her gown and ripped downward, as the front separated easily. His hands slid inside and began to knead her bare breasts. His fingers finding and slowly rolling her tender nipples between them.
Julie went completely still, afraid that any further movement on her part would make him handle her rougher. At that point he spoke for the first time.
"Good, very good!" he whispered, "I can either hurt you, or not. It all depends on how well you behave."
