In a lovely field on a cool summer day, you walk along an old road through the quiet fields that surround your country farming town. You have always felt that walking alone on days such as these are what gives you life. The freedom you get from being alone exhilarates you, and you have naively failed to consider that the spaces you walk might actually be someone's property. Kicking pebbles on the road while the few trees around rustle in the wind, you cannot help but feel that you are a part of nature; a feeling only interrupted by an unfamiliar metal gate locked across the road. Thinking nothing of it, you walk around it and past a tattered "no trespassing" sign. No one has stopped you before, so why should anyone mind now?
You are enjoying the soft breeze blowing through your dress and feeling the warmth of the sun on your legs, happy to be away from the bustle of daily life. The only sign of civilization is the old barn you use as landmark in your visits out here. Stopping to admire the flowers blooming along the road, you walk into the field among the grass and sweet-smelling flowers. Your yellow, floral pattern sundress contrasts with the dark green of the grass. It is tight in some places but loose in others to bring out the best features from your body; revealing your smooth, slender shoulders and bare, freckled back. Kneeling down you stick a larger daisy in your hair, contrasting the white of the flower with your ginger hair.
"You there!"
You turn around and see a man walking towards you from the barn you saw earlier, dressed in jeans and a tight fitting, red T-shirt with a leather jacket. He has brown hair, light blue eyes and is tall and broad shouldered, but you find your eyes drawn to the rifle he has slung over his shoulder. This unknown man is already clearly upset, carrying an air of strength and authority. You smile at him nervously, and he returns your wary expression with a frown.
"I haven't seen you here before..." he says, "are you new? Most people know better than to trespass on my property." The summer field feels chillier now as he speaks; the summer breeze feeling less welcoming and the sun less warm from the man's stern attitude. Being alone with an upset, armed stranger on a deserted road is a concerning prospect to any person - let alone someone as defenseless as you.
"No sir! I'm not new," you respond, giving him a flirtatious wink in an attempt to relieve the tension. You pull your long hair over your bare shoulders, drawing attention to your body and hoping he might forget his irritation. You realize that this might give him the wrong idea, and there could be a steep price to pay for your customary, manipulative teasing. As he moves closer you cannot help but realize how handsome he is, seeing how well he fills out his jacket and jeans. His physique rather strong, and you begin to realize how dangerous he could be to you with his strong arms and rifle he has slung over his shoulder.
"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? But I can't allow just anyone to wander my farmstead." He walks closer as he continues to speak in a firm tone, "What's your name?"
"U-um, I-I," you feel unsure of telling this man your name but find the words tumbling nervously from your mouth; "M-my name is Maisie... I-I was not aware anyone owned this field."
"Well Maisie, though you are easy on the eyes, I think you need to learn some respect," he states with a sinister chuckle. "You need to learn that your looks won't always get you out of trouble. Being alone with you I find myself tempted to teach that lesson here and now."
As he walks closer you realize how vulnerable you are; it is just you and him alone in this windy field. Looking up at him through your wispy lashes with pleading eyes, you try to voice your growing concern;