She struggled, but to no avail. He was bigger, stronger, and already on top of her. The advantage was his in every way. “What do you want?” she asked, but he didn’t answer. He simply stared at her, eyes narrowed on her face as if trying to read her. Sadie didn’t want him to see who she really was, so she did what she did best; she put on a show. She let her eyes fill with tears that overflowed. “You’re hurting me,” she mumbled, turning her head to the side as if embarrassed by her tears. He didn’t loosen his grip, at least not at first. And when he did, there was hardly any slack. Not that she tested the bonds. No, for now she needed to bide her time and build some trust. “Who are you?” he asked at last, and Sadie’s tears almost became real as relief flooded through her, threatening to overwhelm. If he wanted answers, she would give them. Questions were a much better prospect than anything else. “Sadie Cooper,” she said. “Not your name. What are you doing here?”
