He pulled on her leg and slid her toward him until she lay on her back. Then he released her ankle to loom over her, planting a hand on each side of her. Loretta stared up at his dark face, her heart pounding, her mouth dry.After struggling with him so many times, she knew how easily he could pin her beneath his weight, how quickly he could capture her hands and render her helpless. The gleam of lust in his eyes terrified her. What was to stop him from taking her? If she screamed, no one would intervene. Where were his mother and her spoon when she needed them?
In a tense moment, Loretta finds herself in a vulnerable position as a man pulls her closer, rendering her unable to escape. Lying on her back, she can feel the weight of his presence above her, and her heart races in fear. Memories of their past struggles play through her mind, highlighting his physical dominance and her own helplessness in this situation.
The glimmer of desire in his eyes adds to her terror, raising the question of his intentions. Loretta feels isolated, realizing that calling for help would be futile, making her yearn for the safety that once existed when her mother was nearby. The moment encapsulates her dread as she grapples with the reality of her circumstances.
