Druecella Mcnair

Genevieve - Large Print Druecella Mcnair

She had taken no more than three steps when her foot caught on something and she fell flat. She had stumbled over something lying across the little path through the crates. Using her hands to feel around with, she was going to try to push the object to the side but when she touched it she recoiled in horror because it was a man... a dead man. Quickly, she started scooting backward on her butt to get as far away from it as possible. Scrambling to her feet, she ran back to the backdoor and started pounding her fists against it. Madam Angelique had already left her office so no one heard her frantic beating on the door. She turned and moved as quickly as she could to and sidled past the dead body trying to get to the street. But, just as she was about to step into the light of the street, someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream and a hand immediately clamped over her mouth. "Don't scream! Listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is to take you upstairs for awhile." She frantically shook her head and was mumbling something he couldn't understand. As he slowly started to remove the hand he was holding tightly over her mouth she bit down as hard as she could into the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Terrified, she struggled to get free of his grip. She kicked and fought violently but he steered clear of her efforts only grasping her tighter. She realized there was no way she could break his hold on her and that she had to convince him to let go of her. She also feared if she screamed it was certain he would hurt her or worse yet, she'd end up dead like that man in the alley.