Driving from Michigan to Georgia, Cherry manages to follow a line of thunderstorms. Low on fuel, she stops in a deserted town. Lightning has plunged the town into darkness. Now, Cherry can't get gas, and her cell phone doesn’t have signal. Contemplating what to do, she’s approached by a mysterious male named Elliot Dupree who befriends her. Elliot takes Cherry to his mansion. Once the door is closed, he grants her every whim. After conceding these small favors, Elliot bends the chocolate beauty to his will with more savage power than the storm raging outside.
When Cherry awoke, she was in bed. Elliot had placed a cool towel on her brow. She placed her hand over his. Gathering her wit, she blinked. Tersely, she pushed against his hand, but Elliot held her firm. “Shh,” he murmured, “calm down.”
Cherry lurched forward, with enlarged eyes. “The dogs! Where are they?” Petrified, she turned to look around the room. “What happened?” She felt the fabric of his clean clothing. “You’ve changed clothes.”
Elliot shook his head. “Are you okay? There are no dogs.” He shrugged. “We were dancing in the living room, and you fainted.”
Cherry looked at Elliot with disbelief. “Perhaps, it was the wine,” She stroked her forehead.
“Perhaps.” Elliot pushed her shoulders back on the bed. “Now, lie down. It must have been a terrible dream.”
She lay back on the bed, her heart beating erratically. “I’m really scared. There were dogs. Several! They were biting me!” To investigate her wounds, Cherry pulled her forearm before her face. “That was no dream, Elliot!”
“Shhh.” Elliot placed his fingers over her lips. “There is nothing to fear. No dogs—no icky monsters. See. It stopped raining. The storm is over.”