With growing alarm, as she realized that she didn’t much care for the feral gaze he was bending on her, she realized he was much taller, and very much stronger than she was.

“Now, I ask myself,” he said, advancing on her as she backed up a step at a time until her back was against the wall. “What kind of a girl meets a man in her nightdress? And what kind of a girl lets a man into her bedroom after only three days of acquaintance? I think it is the kind of girl who knows a great deal more about men than she lets on. And maybe that is why her Mother locks her in, to keep her from any more of them.”

She stared at him in shock, the blood draining from her face, unable to move.

“So I think that I will give her what she wants, yes?” And with that, he lunged for her. She was so transfixed with horror that she couldn’t even move, and he slammed her against the wall of her tower room.

She screamed then, and tried to fight him, as he pinned her against the wall with one arm and ripped her blouse open with the other. She kicked at him as he stared at her breasts greedily, and with his free hand, groped up her skirts. As her boot connected with his shin, hard, he swore, and backhanded her so hard her head bounced off the wall and, for a moment, she knew only blackness.

When she could see and think again, she found that she was pinned in her bed, her hands tied to the bedpost, and her skirts up around her neck. He was kneeling between her legs, and she screamed again, and kicked and kicked—she was, at least, keeping him from doing anything more than trying to pin her legs down, but she knew that once he managed that—

Her mind was on fire with terror, so much so that every part of her that was still free had new strength and she writhed and screamed and kicked like a creature possessed by a demon.

Her sylphs were flying around and around him, trying futilely to pull him off or beat him with their tiny fists. But he ignored them as if they weren’t there—because, of course, to him they were not. She kept screaming and kicking—he kept cursing and trying to secure her legs.

The sylphs were screaming too, and then, suddenly, outside the tower, the sky darkened, plunging the room into gloom. A moment later, lightning lit the room in flashes and thunder shook the tower. He glanced up, startled, and she redoubled her efforts. As if echoing her actions, more lightning crashed down around the tower, and a great wind tore through the windows and whipped violently through the room.