Christine followed willingly and even bent down a bit as he opened the window. Her face was looking out of the glass, and she could almost taste the freedom when he stopped and began laughing. Frowning, she straightened and looked at him, confused.<br/><br/>"What...?"<br/><br/>And then he spoke...dashing all her hopes to the rocks. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she willed herself not to cry as her hands curled into fists and her eyes stared blankly out the window. Shack? Cage? Good Lord! She needed to get out of here!<br/><br/>"That was all a joke? You are an evil man."<br/><br/>With that, she twirled toward him and then was about ready to head back to the door when he grabbed her hair and bent her over...pulling her into the center of the room again. Gasping, she reached up to try and pry his hand from her hair, but it was no use. His words made panic rise like bile in her throat, and she shook her head....uselessly.<br/><br/>Before she knew it, she was on the floor...face down...and his foot was on her ass. She tried to crawl out from under him, but he held firm. Luckily her chemise was still on, but she still felt horribly naked.<br/><br/>"You are a monster! Let me go!"