The blonde-haired man lunged, reaching for my wrist, but I twisted away just in time.

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the stale air.

“Oh, don’t be so tense, darling,” the snake-eyed man drawled, his grin as sharp as his tone. “I promise you’ll scream with pleasure before the end. We’ll make sure of it.”

I took a step back, my heart pounding against my ribs. Behind me, I remembered there was an alleyway between the shelves. It was risky, but it was ...