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and sobbing gasps.
    “I’m not going to hurt you!”
    There was no way she was stopping, she couldn’t!
    Ingrid felt tears blur her vision as she growled at herself to run faster, push her body farther, but she could feel his presence at her heels and her nerves were fraying as quick as her hair flew into the wind.
    Suddenly, she felt a hand grab around her arm, pull her back roughly. Ingrid felt her heart fly into her throat.
    “No—no, NO! ” Ingrid shrieked into the air, throwing a wild punch into her captor’s face.
    Instead, he blocked it easily before twisting her around.
    “What did you see?” He asked her even as she struggled wildly.
    “Answer me, what did you see?!”
    “Don’t hurt me!” Ingrid begged, thrashing for her life.
    “Please—please!”
    “I’m not going to—just tell me what you—“
    “Let me go—please I won’t tell anyone—I promise!”
    “Did you see it?!” He insisted, grappling against her frantic blows and pushing her flush against him.
    Ingrid could only focus on his eyes. His insanely brown eyes. The eyes of a killer.
    “I won’t tell—I promise,” Ingrid babbled, sobbing through choking breaths and hyperventilation.
    “Please, please just let me go!”
    “So…” He said after pulling her arms down and meeting her gaze firmly.
    “You saw…” he stated gravely.
    “I won’t t-tell, please. Please…!”
    Instead, he let out a sigh and gave her a grim look, tugging one of his big hands over her face to grasp around her jaw.
    Ingrid gasped as he folded her against him as easily as folding paper. “I’m sorry.”
    Ingrid let out one scream before she was suddenly sinking into a pit of black.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    She woke to a pounding headache and aching bones. Her neck felt sore and her mouth was as dry as sand and when Ingrid pulled herself up from where she lay, she realized the fabric beneath her was smooth and gentle—nothing like the cotton of her bed.
    A moment later, she realized that something was holding her wrists down against the edge of where she lay and when she glanced up, she saw a glint of silver.
    Handcuffs.
    She recognized the circular restraints easily, and when she managed to sit up, she was horrified to realize that there was nothing about her surroundings that she did.
    It was a small room… or rather it was a fairly normal sized room, but the bed she was on was huge. It was styled somewhat ridiculously, completely with a canopy and curtains to shield from the light.
    Moonlight poured from a window away from her eyesight, and what Ingrid could perceive was that she was probably in a guest room of some sort.
    She remembered instantly. She knew exactly what was going on. Ingrid had been kidnapped.
    By a murderer.
    Her first instinct was to scream; to holler and shriek until someone heard her, but her logic stopped her from making such a mistake. She knew she needed to escape, but there was no way she could until she managed to get out of the cuffs.
    Glancing around, Ingrid felt dismayed when she noticed her shoes and socks were gone.
    What else was?
    She glanced around herself, but noticed her clothes weren’t different or gone. So far, she was alright. Thankfully so.
    Looking around, Ingrid tried to find the reason for her imprisonment but found the room bare of other life. Scooting up against the bed, she ducked her head down over her hands, letting her fingers feel over her hair.
    Her ponytail was still secure over her hair even if her locks were now splaying all over the place. During the chase, her hair had whipped free from its confines and some of the pins she had secured into her mane were missing.
    Still, Ingrid persisted as she rummaged through her thick hair, hoping to find just one little—Aha!
    Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, Ingrid pulled the bobby pin out of her hair before securing it in her grip. Pulling away she immediately began working on spreading the little bit of metal slightly, she