I’ve been dancing around the pole for months, and I thought selling myself for the night wouldn’t be any different. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Like a predator, he hunts me through the forest, but I can’t out run him. He’s stronger. Faster. And hell bent on making me his. He told me not to escape, that he’d find me and punish me, but I can’t let myself be taken back to my old life. Back to the lies that await me. So I do what I do best. I run.