I mean it! Stop!” but even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He’s too little. Whoever had me was way taller than Richard and stronger too. I tried to scream, but all I got out was one sad little squeak before a hand covered my mouth from behind. The person leaned in hard against my ear and went, “Shhhh!” I tried to get away. I rammed my elbows back. I kicked. I threw my body around the way big fish do when they’re trying to get off a line. It didn’t make any difference. The person just held on tighter and kept hushing me. It was so creepy. It was like some really violent babysitter was trying to rock me to sleep. I was terrified. I thrashed and thrashed until I realized it wasn’t working. I was weak and getting weaker all the time. I had to do something else. Maybe if I pretended to cooperate, I could catch them off guard. I stopped struggling. We both just stood there panting for a few seconds. Then the person said, “Thank you,” in this croaky voice.
