That Summer on the Atolls

Kellie shuddered in fear and anticipation. She could feel his breathing, harsh and guttural, somewhere above and behind her.
She tried in vain to break the ropes that held her bound tight, face down on her own bed. She had tried screaming, until her attacker had gagged her and growled in her ear that he'd 'taken care of the rest of them already. He'd made it clear that she wasn't going to be receiving any help any time soon.
She felt his weight shift from side to side as he repositioned himself, but unable to turn around she was unable to tell what he was up to, until his calloused scratchy fingers grazed slowly along her unprotected flank and down across the curve of her hip.
Why me? she thought despairingly to herself, she wasn't any model of beauty, with a face too square and a thick-set body that she couldn't make look girly no matter what she tried. It's not fair! Why me? If Evan had been a girl, this man would be over there and not here focused on the seven-teen year old's self-described truck-like body.

All thoughts of rebellion