The woman was strolling in an orchard thick with trees when suddenly, out of she knew not where, a tall man appeared in front of her. He brandished a long knife and said in a coarse, threatening voice: “Careful! If you scream, I’ll kill you.”
The woman was filled with terror, and her face turned pale. The man was pleased to see her fear, and wanted to enjoy more of it. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” he asked.
She assured him she didn’t know, and had no way of knowing. He told her he was going to rape her in a way she wouldn’t forget for the rest of her life. The woman sighed with relief, ignoring the knife close to her. “Are you going to rape me here, in this orchard?” she asked without fear. “Or will you take me to a house with a bed? Are you going to rape me standing up, leaning against a tree, or lying on the grass? Do you want me to take off all my clothes, or some of them, or are you going to rip them with your hands and teeth? And when you rape me, do you want me to keep quiet or moan with pain? Do you want me to cry and beg, or laugh and get excited? Are you going to rape me once, or a number of times? Will you alone rape me, or are you going to share me with your friends?”
The man found his hand stashing the knife back in his pocket, and his feet carrying him away.