The kidnapper's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your exposed, bleeding body. He takes a step back, his breathing labored as he tries to compose himself. After several long moments, he finally speaks. "You would do that?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yes," you croak out. "Please...just don't kill me..." You close your eyes and wait, bracing yourself for his response.

As you lay there, waiting, the killer approaches you slowly, his hands trembling with anticipation. He looks down at your exposed, battered body and then up at your face, his eyes filled with a mix of revulsion and excitement.

With a sudden jerk, he rips off what's left of your skirt and pants, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. The cold concrete floor feels like ice against your skin as he pulls himself up and positions himself above you.