She stared at the man's broad back, dragging her weak knees, slowly moving backward.
Her eyes blurred, and Emily Stone turned to run.
"Emily Stone, you dare to run!" Just as she took a step, a roar came from behind her.
She stopped in her tracks, her body stiffened, her face pale.
Holding her breath, Emily Stone took a deep breath and lifted her foot to continue forwards.
But after just a few steps, the man caught up with her, his long arm encircling her waist from behind, Walter Schmidt's large hand clamped down, pulling her tightly into his arms.
Emily Stone's back pressed against the man's solid chest, his breath at her ear, she heard his angry voice, "Emily Stone, you're my woman, you dare run!"
His woman... She shuddered all over, her spine even stiffer, she gritted her teeth, turned her head to look back, but locked eyes with the man's bloodshot black pupils.
"I am not, not yet!... So let me go... let go... ah..."