burned as she raced along. Adrenaline filled her veins as she sought a way out, awayfrom this, but she could still hear his footsteps behind her.
He had grinned as he said the words, onto her wavelength, her weakness, in just a few minutes of conversation. She had actually been pleased. He wassmarter than they usually were, the men who fluttered around her like moths to a flame.She always found it easy to charm them, to make them desire her.You'd hardly believe she had once been a plain tomboy. Her well-toned legsmight be a legacy of that time, though exercise these days meant helping her maintain thelook that turned heads. Right then she wished she'd worked more on pure enduranceinstead of shapeliness, because his seemingly tireless steps got closer as she grew tired.She skidded around a corner and her terror exploded. It was a dead end.Panicking, her gaze darted back and forth, looking for some break in the brick walls thatlined the narrow lane. With a glance over her shoulder, she stumbled forward into aragged trot, eyes wild as she hoped there must be a way out of this. Someplace to hidewould appear, like it always did in bad dreams, in movies, just when there was no morehope. Then a bin or a box would be there where you hadn't noticed, and behind it anarrow passage that led to freedom.Her heart raced faster as the sound of his footfalls came closer.Bricks, bricks, more bricks: up too high, a few windows with broken glass. If shehad wings, a rocket, a fiery dragon—her thoughts were getting wild, hysterical. Isn't thatthe word they always used, the word only for women? She had such contempt for her gender. She had felt hunger and contempt in equal measures for men, those she desiredand those who desired her.He paused at the entrance to the narrow lane, staring at her. Earlier, she had preened as his interest became plain, but now she wished she had never seen him."Come to Daddy," he growled, in an obscene parody of the fatherly approval shecraved.There had to be some way out! She ran to the far wall, overly conscious of her own panting breaths. Her fingertips scraped against the bricks in vain, her overheated brain suggesting that there could be some kind of secret exit if she applied the right pressure. What was that movie where the bricks moved and opened, revealing a secret