07-26-2010, 06:08 AM
Lynn yelped when the man caught up with her, grabbing her by her long hair and jerking her back against him. She was soon caught by the waist firmly while he yanked her hair up with the other hand. It was painful, so she gnashed her teeth a little and glared at him. Her glare wasn't very intimidating, however. She had too sweet of a face to look formidable. The man, Alexander, was extremely handsome, though he'd never paid any mind to her at parties. She'd always assumed that he preferred more... Comely women, rather than cute. She was not so tall, and looked more like a doll rather than a vixen. Alexander had always pursued the long-legged girls with generous chests and fair, curly hair... The most expensive gowns. But she was too scared of him to be jealous, now. Those women didn't know what he was capable of.
"Why should I come with you?" she said, though her voice was faint and frail. Lynn was obviously fighting very hard to be brave. "You are an evil man. A very, very evil man. I might end up like that poor woman back there..." And, in a futile attempt to escape, Lynn Peters began to struggle in the man's grasp. She writhed and flailed, trying to take his hand from her hair and his arm from her waist. But the action was met with a damp cloth to her mouth. The scent of it knocked her unconscious, and she fell limp in Alexander's arms.
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