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No, oh, God, no!

She started to scream, but he slammed her forehead against the door so hard her nose cracked. Light flashed behind her eyes. Pain screamed through her brain. Blood gushed. Stunned, she sagged. Her knees buckled and she would have sunk down but his body kept her upright, pinned to the door.

Her scream was faint. A moan. She heard her keys, jarred from the lock, clink against the concrete

Don’t pass out, Annessa. Do not! Fight! Scream! Yell! This guy was going to rape her or kill her or both. She opened her mouth to scream again. Tasted blood running down her throat.

Who was he? Why was he doing this?

Fight, Annessa! Fight, damn it!

Despite his weight pressed against her, she tried to twist, to squirm out of his grasp, but she could barely move. Her arms flailed uselessly; her legs were pinned against the metal door.

Another attempted scream.

Big gloved hands encircled her throat.

Don’t panic! Just get free. Somehow, get away! Now!

He shifted; her legs moved. Frantically, she kicked and swung with her arms, her hands batting wildly as she tried to scream but only wheezed as his steely fingers gripped harder. Dug into her flesh. Crushing. Woozily, she realized she was being lifted off her feet. She kicked wildly! Lost a shoe. Heard it thud against the door.

Kick him! Hit him! Bite him! Get him off you, Annessa! Don’t let him win. Do not!

Fight with all you’ve got. He’s going to kill you!

She struggled.

Her lungs burned.

The other shoe fell away.

Frantically, she tried and failed to drag in even the slightest amount of air.

Nothing!

Oh, God.

Her lungs felt as if they would explode.

Blackness pulled at her consciousness.

Please, God, don’t let me die this way. Help me!

She swung as hard as she could but her arm dropped uselessly.

The fingers around her neck pressed harder.

Through the pain she realized she was about to pass out. There was nothing she could do but give in. As the blackness came, the old prayer whispered through her. Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women....

CHAPTER 20

Her bedroom was dark.

Quiet.

Other than the frantic beating of her heart.

Come on. Do it. Now.

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