It’s a fraction of a second before I hear those heavy footfalls pounding through the underbrush, but I’m not fast enough. I’ve barely gained my footing and am standing when from behind, a hand closes over my mouth while his other arm snakes around my waist, knocking me off my feet.
Iwant to scream, to cry, to beg him to let me go. To reveal my stupid hope that he’ll take pity on me, but I already know how this will end.
With me on my knees before him.
I've let her run around these woods like a scared little rabbit for some time now. I'm surprised she has any fight left in her. Especially since she spends most of her time in the library and not in the gym.
"I've got you, little flower. Calm down so I can look at my pretty prize," I say, sliding my hand away from her plush mouth.
She le
