‘Can you please take me home?’ repeated Queenie, her heart thumping against her chest.

Ivan leaned in, giving her a whiff of his vile breath. ‘You can’t be a prick-tease like you been to me, Queenie, then laugh at me and say you can’t wait to get back to the East End. It ain’t right.’

Realizing he was deadly serious, Queenie opened the truck door and made a run for it. Ivan was soon catching up with her though. She could hear him cursing and his footsteps nearing. Queenie had never felt so terrified in her life. Suddenly paralysed through fear, she hid behind a tree and held her breath. Tears were streaming down her face. How could this be happening to her?

Unfortunately for Queenie, Ivan tripped as he ran past the tree and spotted her. All Queenie could do was burst into tears. She couldn’t run any more, couldn’t even move. ‘I’m sorry, Ivan, if you think I led you on,’ she managed to stammer. ‘Please don’t hurt me. I thought you were my friend.’

Ivan smiled, showing his dirty uneven teeth. He grabbed Queenie, threw her to the ground, undid the zip of his trousers and released his stinking penis. He then put his hand up Queenie’s dress and ripped her knickers off with one hand. ‘What about earlier? Kissing me and buying me a present. What is a man supposed to think, eh, Queenie?’ Ivan’s voice was husky now, his penis fully erect as he rammed it inside the girl of his dreams. ‘And you wear no bra. You bounce towards me so I can see your little titties, I know you do. What you is, is a prick-tease. You can’t treat me like that, then pretend you don’t want me. I know you wanna be fucked.’

Queenie lay still, sobbing her heart out. She’d never felt pain like it. Fearing once Ivan was done with her, he might actually kill her, she shut her eyes and said a silent prayer. None of her family was religious, but Mrs O’Leary was. She’d told Queenie she prayed with rosary beads. How Queenie wished she had some of those now.

As Ivan tried to kiss her, Queenie retched. His breath was awful, as though he’d never cleaned his teeth in his life. ‘I love you, Miss Queenie,’ he groaned.

All of a sudden, he began making loud, weird noises. Queenie didn’t have a clue what was happening; she could only hope her prayers had been answered and he was dying. Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

Ivan rolled off her, zipped up his flies and smiled. ‘You mustn’t say nothing to the Briggs about this. They won’t believe you anyway. John trusts me; I been working for him for years. I give you a lift back now. Your shopping is in the truck.’

As the monster led her towards his truck, Queenie was too scared to make a run for it. His grip on her arm was too tight and if she made him angry he might violate her again or even kill her. Instead, her whole body trembling, she focused her thoughts on seeing her family again.