You were hiding in a closet from him but you can't hide from someone like Johnny, someone who was raised for hunting.

He slammed opened the closet door and pulled you out with force. But instead of hurting you he stared into your eyes. All you could read was hunger, but not for any food.

"Darlin' let's shoot up a deal now. Yer a pretty thang and I'm only man." He whispered in his southern accent as he belts his weapon and removed his glove. His bare hand caresses your cheek.