<div align="center"><strong>As the man ran with her in his arms,Nakia began going in and out of consciousness as tiny beads of sweat rolling off her mocha colored skin and blood still trickling out of the side of her neck.On the brink of somewhere between life and death,she finally stopped feeling the cool air brush across her clammy skin and her body being lowered onto a soft object,making her grimace in pain,feeling as if it were small pins sticking her in her skin instead of softness comforting her aching body.<br/><br/>Panting heavily,trying to get more air into her lungs,Nakia moaned again,making her presence known to anyone that would have been in the room with her.If anything in the world right now she would given anything to just give up and die.Still,for some reason even though her mind was groggy and hazy she somehow knew this man was far from being done with her.</strong></div>