Page 33 of Wild Escape

"It will help me feel like a human being.” She approached, looking at me with sultry eyes, pouting. "Pretty please?"

"I've already done you enough favors.”

That's when she kicked me in the balls. I should have seen it coming. She was quick.

That sick sensation twisted my stomach. Those pointy-tipped shoes did not feel good.

Daphne darted for the door, unlocked it, and sprinted into the hallway.

I sucked up the discomfort and gave chase.

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Daphne kicked off her high heels as she sprinted down the hallway. She burst through the exit door.

I followed, still feeling the effects of her foot in my groin.

The vixen sprinted across the back lot, her red hair flowing. She craned her neck over her shoulder, glancing at me with wide eyes as she kicked into high gear.

The girl was fast.

I sprinted hard, heart pumping.

She reached the end of the lot and took a left at a side street.

I rounded the corner after her, my legs driving me forward.

It didn't take long to catch up.

I wrapped her up and lifted her from her feet. She kicked and struggled, screaming for help, trying to make me look like a bad guy.

"I'm taking you back to jail right now!" I growled. "Assault, attempted escape, resisting arrest."

"Okay, okay," she said, settling down.

"Hey, buddy, leave her alone!" a big, burly guy said as he approached.

"Back off. I'm a cop.”

"You don't look like a cop.”

"Help, he's trying to molest me!" Daphne shouted.

The big guy looked like he was going to throw down. He wore a trucker cap, a flannel shirt, and had a bushy mustache. He looked well-fed.

With one arm still wrapped around Daphne, I reached for my badge and displayed it.

The guy backed away and raised his hands innocently.

I pulled out my handcuffs and slapped one around Daphne's wrist. I wasn't too gentle about it either. I wrenched her other arm behind her back and secured her.

"I kinda like it rough,” she said.

I took her arm and dragged her down the street, heading back toward the Porsche.

"You're not really taking me back to jail, are you?"

"You’re damn right I am.”