She bound through the house, at a dead sprint, adrenaline fuelling her flight. He was right behind her, she could feel him, his teeth snapping, his calm voice. She knew her doom, but just couldn't bring herself to fall, to give up. Sweat covered her body, she could smell her own musk mingling with his own. Both from new sweat and the heat between her legs. She cut desperately to the left, and half-fell up the three stairs to her bedroom landing, one more bound to the left into the bathroom, and she whirled to slam the door, praying for enough time to lock the thin wooden portal. It was like a leaf against a wildebeest, she knew, but she was desperate.